My Africa, My Home
In the sky I raise my fist,
From beneath I bow my head,
to the motherland that carries our spirit,
to the homeland of liberty and peace
I am an African

I wear my colourful clothing,
with dignity and humility
They call them bracelets, with bold voice,
I say these are beads of life and purification,
My identity

I am an African,
And Africa is my home