Africa Soil Poem by Aston Marley

Am African by birth and my ancestors blessed the soil beneath my feet with purity and spirituality, nothing is useless in my land; the leaves and roots are my herbs of miracle and healing.


Africa my Africa, my jungle of pure love and serenity. Please hold on before you take that step, don't always believe the negativity you hear about Africa. Take a walk with me through the hill side of my land and the good land filled with pure emotion.


My Africa Queens are nice not rude, she's beautiful and full of charm like Cleopatra. I love my land and value my culture. From Kenya to Nigeria, everyone knows that I don't joke with my Nigeria jollof rice; all am saying is that Africa is my Zion not zoo.