Proud African Child Poem by Okim Otu

From hills and valleys of green pastures
To spring of rivers and oceans of magnificent,
With the finest of diamond and precious of gold,
And glowing faces of black women
How nature endowed my mother land with greatness.

The dusty air of dry season
And cloudy sky of raining season,
The waterfall in the virgin forest,
And mushroom on rotten trees,
A wonderful glimpse to behold.

The sun to glint her peaceful face,
The moon to light her gentle night
Oh! Mother Africa,
I'm proud to be your child.