The pillars of West Africa highest
St. John falls relieves me of breath
Like raindrops to a barren valley
They kept me bested
Within her blessed falls
Fragrance of delight refreshes me in her mists.
The tropical, evergreen forest
How can I forget?
Her skin of gold
Clear and pure
Lures me to gems untold
Each time a life on this soil unfolds
A family of peaceful souls.
Authored by Moses C. Saywrayne
