ana 64 fi juwa 54… and i am so proud
64/54 for unity and progress — oliver samson
one... africa... one...
from algeria to angola, benin rides the wind,
botswana whispers through the dusty din.
burundi’s drum beats, cabo verde's shore,
cameroon’s forests roar, stories at the core.
central african republic stands in the sun,
chad’s sands stretch far where rivers run.
comoros islands drift on ocean’s breath,
congo, dr congo, alive in every step.
djibouti watches where trade winds collide,
egypt’s nile unfolds with ancient pride.
equatorial guinea’s rain soaks the land,
eritrea’s hills, a quiet command.
ethiopia’s eyes hold time’s deep well,
eswatini’s courage, a silent spell.
gabon’s greens breathe life to the air,
gambia’s river flows, vibrant and rare.
ghana’s pulse in the marketplace heat,
guinea’s fields where vibrant colors meet.
guinea-bissau’s tides kiss the sands,
ivory coast sings with skilled hands.
kenya’s plains meet lesotho’s stones,
liberia carves out freedom in tones.
libya’s deserts hold stories untold,
madagascar dances in coral gold.
malawi’s lakes mirror twilight skies,
mali’s music never dies.
mauritania’s dunes whisper old tales,
mauritius glistens with ocean gales.
morocco’s markets sing with spice,
mozambique moves with tropical vice.
namibia’s canyons echo with song,
niger marks where the great rivers throng.
nigeria’s roar breaks the dawn,
rwanda stands proud, though scarred and drawn.
são tomé floats on waves serene,
senegal’s heart beats evergreen.
seychelles’ palms sway and sigh,
sierra leone reaches for the sky.
somalia’s coast calls sailors home,
south africa’s cities brightly known.
south sudan rises from silent ground,
sudan’s lands where history’s found.
tanzania's sunsets burn through day,
togo’s voices won’t fade away.
tunisia strolls through ancient streets,
uganda’s laughter, a steady beat.
zambia’s trails and zimbabwe’s flame,
fifty-four nations, one spirit proclaims.
64/54 for unity and progress
chains unseen that bind us tight,
ancient wounds glimmer in twilight.
but beneath the scars, the embers glow,
one fire waiting to start the show.
we whisper truths the silence kept,
paths untaken where wept hopes slept.
can we rise from the fractured night?
or lose ourselves without the fight?
i’m 64/54
from every corner, from every shore.
ana 64 fi juwa 54… and i am proud
more than borders, more than crowd.
i’m 64 inside 54
voices joined, forevermore.
64/54 for unity and progress
one heartbeat... one endless quest.
in the mirror cracked, i see our eyes,
different hues, but the same sunrise.
tribes turned walls where bridges fell,
in stories that silence still tells.
gold beneath our feet but hunger roars,
lost dreams drift through cracked doors.
the tongues that once sang lullabies,
now shout in divides that paralyze.
but in the rubble, hope’s green shoots,
whispering soft, taking roots.
if we tear down the fences cold,
the future’s light will be our gold.
64/54, the call to mend,
not just numbers, but how we bend.
we were born for unity!
whispers turn to roars beneath the sky,
carrying stories > no need to deny.
our spirits lifted from dust and stone,
calling each other from places unknown.
broken chains fall as dawn ascends,
this continent wakes — no more pretends.
we were born for unity!
drums pulse the heartbeat of ancient land,
together strong, together we stand.
i’m 64/54!
strong and louder than ever before.
ana 64 fi juwa 54… shouted loud
one people, one voice, a thundercloud.
64 inside 54 – roar the sound!
a force so fierce it shakes the ground.
64/54 for unity and progress
africa rising, nothing less.
64/54...
one africa...
one people...
one pride...
64/54 for unity and progress
ana 64 fi juwa 54... and i’m so proud...
