Daughters of Africa

O daughter of mama Africa
Daughter that wants to sink in her mother's roots and wear ankara
Daughter that wants to show the world her new Africa

Her Africa of natural hair, properly twisted and curled
Her Africa of uber traditional dishes , snapped for the gram of course
Her Africa of waistbands made of corals and Chimamanda
Her Africa of activism on twitter, her new Africa of finding her voice
Her Africa of woman power , ' say no to male domination' and feminism
Her Africa that's drenched in her new found sexuality
Her Africa that has suddenly become so cool. She has to make it cool

Tell me O daughter of mama Africa
Do you mock your mother so?
Do you say that the Africa of mothers past is old ?

Africa is in you.
Let Africa shine forth
Africa doesn't need your proclamation;  she's already a wild voice singing
Do you seek to curb mama Africa ?
Make her look more presentable?  Her dishes more delectable? 
O daughter, Africa is fine wine
It only gets better with age
Africa does not need your faux approval as you seek to dress her in robes that don't belong to her
Africa is a Queen. Dressed in rags or robes,  she remains a Queen
Bound by chains or free,  she's still the most wonderful sight to see

O daughter of mama Africa
You don't need to prove to the world that you're African, I see you trying frantically to make Africa the new cool
Africa isn't a trend, she's a never dying friend.
Always in you.