I fly not on wings of folly
Nor in self deceit
Destroying my person
I hover not on smeared words
Of Vulturous mission
Nor on Kiteous skill on mother hen
I swaive  on wings of truth
Surging through the horizon
Souring high above the orbit.

I fly across weathers:
Through the sun
Through the rain
High in clouds above the winds
Finding my strength on will
Favouring my cause on trust
Trusting my vision with precisions.
Like the eagle to the eaglet
I spread my wings of love
Conquering Tribes, Nations,
Continents, Race,Religion and Heights.
Thus i fly to reign.

I am an African
A true son with pure blood
I have clean immune cells
Growing my tissues
Strong virile bones
Supporting my biceps.
I am an African
Proud,bold and even beautiful
I have flawless black skin
Emitting sweats with taste
Nourishes with love and gives flavor
Making me the worlds envy.
I am a black African
With limitless gut and zeal
Blessed with great and creative mindscape
That matches the vast landscape.
A true son indeed!
Spreading the true love
Of my African heritage.