Africa breeds children of a dark br melanic pigment, children that by br faith continue their identity and br adherence of their culture and br values of tradition and origin. br br The gatherings of dances in cutural br ceremonies, the narration of stories br rich in wisdom about the culture of br Africans and their envisioned ancestors. br br African child come home, the simple br life solely dependent on what nature had br given them to work with, it gave satisfaction, br the essence of belonging undoubtedly perspired br togetherness and novels of strong love. br br Breathing hard wooden smoke in keeping the spiritual br warmth of man made flames, for the African child to eat, br to warm their hardened dark skins in family gatherings br against buggering cold in the open night. br See the endless- br valleys of fertile contours of wheat and maize embraced by br diamond and gold soil, see the African rivers that never br failed in meagerness, they persisted and stood through to br feed and quench the thirst of African child. Africa calls br you to come home child. The desperate tears of our forefathers br had gathered a stream for the lost African child, for the br abandoned fertile lands and forsaken values of Ubuntu. br I will not suffer lose in tears to delight sadness, but my heart br is bleeding for the lost African child.