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Teach me to dream. And I will become. I am an African child. I am the son, daughter of the soil. Rich in texture and content. Full of potential for a better tomorrow. Teach me discipline, teach me character, teach me hard work. Teach me to think like the star within me. I am an African child.
Jul 4, 2019 · Here is the full poem: I am an African child. Born with a skin the colour of chocolate. Bright, brilliant and articulate. Strong and bold; I’m gifted. Talented enough to be the best. I am an African child. Often the target of pity. My future is not confined to charity. Give me the gift of a lifetime; Give me a dream, a door of opportunity;
The poem expresses the perspective of an African child who sees themselves as gifted, talented, and capable of great things if only given opportunities and the freedom to pursue their dreams. The child wants to be taught skills like discipline, character, and hard work so they can achieve their full potential.
Oct 28, 2020 · I am an African child. Born with a skin the color of chocolate. Bright, brilliant, and articulate. Strong and bold; I'm gifted. Talented enough to be the best. I am an African child. Often the target of pity. My future is not confined to charity. Give me the gift of a lifetime;
I am an African child Comment : Every person is a person they deserve to be love; Every person has a dream and an opportunity to live in this world and they dont need to be discriminated...
Apr 4, 2020 · African Child is a poem written by Eku McGred. It was written in a first person point of view and aims to make an African child be proud of his or her herita...
The poem encourages seeing Africans as equal to all people, rather than pitying or discriminating against them based on race, as Africans can make differences and succeed in life through their own efforts and contributions.
The poem describes an African child who is gifted and talented, but often a target of pity. It asks others to teach the child discipline, character, and hard work so that the child can reach extraordinary heights like William Kamkwamba, who invented a windmill from scrap materials.
I am an African child Born on the fertile soil of Africa Skin rich in minerals Raised by a mother who never allowed me
Sep 20, 2012 · i am an african child. i detest merciless, diabolic genicide, our native land has ever-seen. i dream a dream of africa, a dream of peace and humanity, in the hearts of her children. i hunt with khoi-san and i am nomadic. i run with springboks in the burren areas. i fly with blue crane in the karoo.
