Your shadows traverse the African plains;
Your love flows with the river Niger.
Your dreams dwell deep in our visions,
While your thoughts worry about our needs.
In the comfort of your apartment
Tucked deep in the city of Ontario
You bother: whither Africa?
Home of nature in a raw feature.
Your love for Africa is pure, frank, Innocent!
And it radiates like the evening sun rays.
It transcends all race and place,
And relates not to a conqueror’s quest.
Your glance is like a brother’s hug,
And your smile wakes the desired assurance.
Your sweet voice rings like our Ogene,
That beckons our people for a meeting.
This Canadian with an African heart,
Knows Africa and now Africa summons;
Calling her, knowing she is hers’.
Bringing her home to our land.