Call Me Africa

Call me Africa, The land of the ancient chiefs That lie in ruins. Iam the sun-scorched plains And the roar of Mosi oa tunya. Iam the rolling hills And the lush green valleys Where rainclouds come to rest And the mopane is plentiful. Call me Africa! Iam the roar of the lion Sending waves of fear Through the land and scattering his prey. Iam the beat of the drum In the dead of the night Evoking the spirit of the supreme God For showers of benediction Upon our ancestral lands. Iam Africa, The battered and bruised young girl Molested by the hands of colonisers. With bleeding knees and her pride in tatters She hobbles on. The future is dark and uncertain But she is a woman ,she will overcome.