The Foreigner that cultivates my Father’s land

The Strenght of an African Man

Dear brother,

whose eyes bear vision to the unseeable,

whose hands hold the path to our future,

whose feet lead the way to our wealth.


Dear brother,

whose mind shapes the meaning of our existence,

whose words reveal the truth we cradle in our fears,

whose hopes transforms our work to purpose.


Dear brother,

you give life to what is obsolete and you churn out food from the dirt in your hands.

You are simply an icon of resilience and a picturesque vision of a meek mountain that nestles the airy trees and steers the restless rivers.


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