The sun had already arisen
A new day is born in Africa.
Waking up energatically is
My Africa and its Africans
From Cape to Cairo.

Babies on their backs
African mothers sweeps the sun
Baked Africa sand.
Axes stashed on their shoulders
African man trode to the hills
TO cut fire wood.

With big water buckets young
Girls trode the African plain
To fetch water.
Africanly and proudly singing
African songs pregnant with
Wisdom and hope.
Oh my Africa,for my Africans.

Whistling and wailing their sajmboks
African boys hade for the pastures
With their goats and cows.
Bare footed they walk under the African sun.
My African boys so strong they are.

Dawning of each new day
My Africa is moving forward.
So fascinating is my Africa.
My Africa, a land of
Mystry and untold stories.