‘Africa is an eternal thought in the mind of God.
If there were no Africa, I’d dream of her.
My dreams would be filled with moonlight and sunlight,
Raging rivers and still seas, cascading waterfalls, gushing geysers.
I’d dream of sounds of sorrow, loud laughter, strains of songs,
Wailing and weeping, groans and grunts, cries and cackles.
I’d hear the slap of bare feet running across the Savannah floor,
The clap of hands, rhythmically imploring the divine deity,
The music of the forest, the silence of the desert, the rhythm of Africa.
All through the night, my dreams would be dreams of Africa
Dreams of her painful beauty, dreams of her serene bondage.
And then the sun will rise…over Africa.’