A place I have resided these past few years
A strange deity causes me to panic at night
I grudgingly forsake sleep and sit tight
Permitting my mind to wander off
To a place where I assume two personalities
A second self, seeking to drown a false me
A true me - in search of truth
A false me - masked with myth
My mind opposes my being
For I choose rather to stay true within
Allowing my self a sail to begin;
On that voyage I came across a new Africa
Not a land of filth manned by paupers,
But an elite race with a knack for excellence,
A fury for hard work, a desire to achieve
Visionary leaders and tribesmen - not sellouts
True Africans, born and bred in the continent.
Who'd drank from their mother’s succulent breast
And still adhered to their father’s persistent quest,
Of becoming stronger men of character
Upholding the sovereign name of Africa.
Principled men yet humane,
Ambitious women, no skin-pain
A land where leaders wrote their own testaments
Devoid of fables drafted by paid secretaries
I saw an Africa that glowed like the sun
And ignorance, like a pile of rubbish, was left to rot,
For their minds were salvaged as relics.
Not cars, wealth or mundane political gimmicks!
That is the Africa I saw on my travel
On the waters of my mind and it costs me no cedi
Tis my desire to take you on my next jaunt
To see for yourself the Africa I saw up yonder
Standing tall beyond the seas of hope.
It is to this dignifying Africa I owe a cause;
The cause of my fathers, the desire of my mothers.
And I promise to contribute my quota,
In realizing this new Africa.
