He is a son and she is a daughter of the rich black continent who holds with pleasure pride for their black skin they are the African children they tremble at the mention of death find terror in poverty amusement in progress and joy in being African yes they are African Children their souls mourn at the cry of their mother and stains of tears seize their shoulders when mamaland rejoices they are the African Children they hold her beauty with diligence bow at the valour she owns and surrender to be nurtured by her ancient wisdom they keep the morrows their ancestors gave them conformity to modernity is not their anthem because their Africanism holds true beauty they build their beauty beyond their skin because her mama and his Tata taught them to carry with them their culture they honour their God and elders for that is the true definition of an African Child and when the beats of African drums fill the sky their hearts skip and faces soak in smiles because the rhythm of Africa has been awakened they strive to be the essence to its sound and those are the African Children Angel Phionah Ampurire is a law student at the University of Rwanda
