AFRICA

This is where it all began
Where the first song was sung
This is where the first bird flew
And the first flower grew
Like a spring, man's mouth opened
And the first language was spoken -
Sometimes, I am tempted to think it was mine
But lets save that for another time -
This is where Adam beheld the beauty and brilliant of Eve
And everything she came with.
And was instantly lost in a trance.
This is where everything was spoken into existence
Where everything was beautiful in the true sense of the word
The same words from which  they were spun

Imagine a garden
Where everything is fine and perfect
And nothing forgotten;
Trees to feed from -
Except the forbidden -
Waterfalls, a heaven made shower
with a still blue sky and birds hovering
Everything made and placed correctly
The nursery of humanity
And everything there has ever been
Africa

Seasons came and went
Eroding our pride and decency in the event
Now she peeps in the mirror
And flinch from the terror of what she sees
She is gone gray and bent
Not from age but pain and neglect
She blinks hard in the effort to recollect
Her heart drowned in words
And her head in thoughts
Asking "where did it all go wrong?
Why am I locked and bound in chains?"
Only adding to her number of chains.
Now the blood of hatred burns in her vein
The rage of resentment
And the pain of abandonment
Consuming her in bits and tiny strands
Now she grieves before her own grave
Mourning her own impending death
Africa

Dark eclipse of regimes of dictatorship
The reign of penury and hardship.
How did we retrogressed from reality to dreams
When others went from dreams to reality?
Now, dreams stay dreams
And fantasies get painted in the colours of reality.

We are drowning in these things that make us sick
Yet, pitifully we seem okay with it,
It is like fondling and romancing death,
There will be no escape from her bed
Her kisses will run you out of breath
Sons of Africa

We are clawing into the past
Trying to find a misplaced future
But unfortunately,
The truth is glaring and staring at us in the face
"The future started yesterday
We're already late"
Come now with haste
Not all hope is lost
But like every beautiful thing, there is a cost;
We must bend backwards
Refusing to cowards
Cos pain and gain
Are 2 sides of the same coin (life)
We must stand in determination
Even in the face of persecution
Dear sons of Africa.

In my reverie
I see a new Africa
Dressed with all the adornments of a queen
Pouring down
Like a fresh waterfalls,
Her sun soaring high
Like an eagle in pride,
The wild fields singing her unsung songs
And her sons dancing like in the folklores
Going back to where we came from
Africa
Where a gold dust sun sets behind her misty plains;
A beauty, both in sight and name.
Where fire and air, water and sand
All mixed into a perfect blend
Beautiful Africa.

Some build parks and zoos
But not none of which we must do
Cos Africa as a whole
Is like a big pot of gold
A gorgeous wanderland
And a beauty without bounds
So as one of her sons
Here before you I stand
And I can proudly say
Welcome to Africa
The first child of mother earth.