By: Yousef Elharrak

Africa smiles at the face of the ocean
With all its potential white teeth
The waves get ashamed of the meaningless foam
On the eyes of the tide
Africa can take the lift to the forehead of the world
For it can never hate the color of pride
Africa is not only the crude mother of all
It also sews the edges of the mutual waterfalls
Pouring down Kilimanjaro
Where children are waiting for the full moon
In the book of the sky blue afternoon
Sunlight always comes short of their expectations
Because they know well where do the rays have to mention
In their message to the upper world:
Here we are down in the roots of the continent
Seeking some new color before we can draw
Some shade beneath the banana tree