Seedy Fatty
The sun and its heat
The dew and its coldness
The night and its darkness
The forest and its thickness
The rain and its thunderstorm
The well and its depth
Ma, the survivor of all condition
Ma, straps a baby to her back
In the kitchen with pestle and mortar
In the farm with a hoe
From the forest with bundle of firewood
From the well with a bucket of water
Up and down the dusty path
Day and night along the dusty road
See her how versatile she is
Educating children and motivating adults
Like a blacksmith bent over the furnace
Forging ore to the desires of his imagination
Ma, queen of the house of Papa
A jewel or treasure of knowledge
You glitter in your sweat under the sun
Like a diamond under the spot light
Ma, your children cherish your love
You can not be denied the fruit of your labour
The labour of your sweat
Ma, if praise is to be given to human
You are the one to be praised
You an African souvenir
The backbone of human civilization
Ma, the black woman, woman of Africa
