African woman She is the strongest woman The cradle of all human
She tends softly her man As well as all her children She aint seeking for equity She is seeking for prosperity Growth, of all her generations She knows well her traditions Not to be in combatant competitions
Not to fight the physical equal wars But to strengthen the spiritual-mental walls And they call her in tough titles-submissive and foolish All she does is, a sit-home mum, bear and then perish But she knows well all she wants-her family to flourish In the hearts of the matters there you will find her Strong and willed to build and leave her legacy Moral men and wise women-humans of substance She is a pillar to her home
African woman She is the strongest woman The cradle of all human
She sits on her sack, in her arms A giant club to clobber her farms- Her fields fat yields of yams And she beats their pulps till powders They are all ground refined white dusts
Pu! Pu! Pu! Goes her game's rhythms Pu! Pu! Pu! Shakes her shoulders Pu! Pu! Pu! Her biceps fats dances with each fast beatings Pu! Pu! Pu! Strong, on, urges her throbbing breast chest Pu! Pu! Pu! Comes back the hard works echoes Like her man in mines and farms and fields she, too, salty sweats
African woman She is the strongest woman The cradle of all human
On her back is a bundle of woods On her head balanced, is a load of loads On her back is a can of waters On her back is a baggage of belongings On her back is her children On her bent back she is a farmer weeding her fields All in a day’s daily work without complains African woman, who stronger woman, than you?
She is the backbone of her family She is the umbilical cord of her folks She is their heart and soul and spirit She doesn’t retire until she expires Early she is up-late she is asleep, O Mama-African woman! Even with all gone, she still as a mother chicken them all broods She still them all remembers as my dear little children Mama, African woman! Mama, who there be like you?
African woman You are the strongest woman The cradle of all human
When they all walk naked-liberal She has a wrapper for her ***** A cloak to guard her gold-her fertile groins She knows, good honey is deeply hidden in hives And inside these hidden hives are strong stings Bad eyes are a sight for witches-evil ruins
Her petals plains she must by all means protect Until right comes the most suitable honeybee Until right comes the sweetest singing hummingbird Until moral comes the most beautiful butterfly Until then, her nectar is not for every eye-tongue Gathered she covers her fine curves For she is the most beautiful of the divines-African Woman! The strongest woman-the cradle of all human!