Culture is the eye of my
people
It looks through the future
And take a stroll through the beautiful heritage of my land
It put me first on the map
And sells me on the market of the worldImagine those days when my
song alone can put a smile on the face of My mother, Africa, cast your mind
back
It was transpired in the heart of the village men and speak wisdom
Incarnated with memories of the pastTomorrow let the drums be beaten
On the taste of the palace
Bow the maidens of my village
And teach them Adowa and Kete
Let my people understand that Kente is resplendent and the Kings favorite
On the taste of the palace
Bow the maidens of my village
And teach them Adowa and Kete
Let my people understand that Kente is resplendent and the Kings favoriteThe words from wise man
Who sits under the prolific fruit
Of knowledge will the young
There was a past and a part of the story in the chest of a woman
So, where is our festivalsThose days, when a woman is
walking on the heart of a man
His soul sit calmly in the mind
And think of Schnapps with Palm wine
To look for this beautiful garden
And pluck his desired flowersOh indeed my Culture is
unique
And Africa has breastfed us
With the milk that is now considered as Sur
But, no matter how falling your mother's breast has choked her body
You cannot compare it to that of a virgin's pawpaws.I am an African #Anwensemkasa#Winop#Africanwriter