AS LONG AS THE WIND STILL BLOWS

As long as the wind still blows His words will still reecho In the dreams we forget when we wake In the thoughts that dip and surface. "Africa must unite We have the resources We have the manpower Only unity remains" These words will fly with the Monsoon Across the plains of South Sudan, Cameroon Climb the hills of DR Congo, walk the lonely deserts of Libya Drift through the woods of Mozambique, through Ethiopia’s. They will reecho in Somalia’s savannah Breathe through the Sahel, Nigeria’s deep oil fields Flow with the Yenge River of Sierra Leone Until we hold them close, and call them our own. And maybe then, in silent knowing We’ll find the meaning we kept postponing.