The Story of Africa

The story unfolds darkness today but tomorrow it will be day We might not see but we sure know Poverty is not the story of Africa not this blinding darkness either We grope, we fall but that's not it all we curse the darkness and rebuke the ground Our story can not be grounded before dawn Yesterday we fell, today we arise the scars on our bodies paid the price To arise is wise, we await the sunrise Xenophobia is not the story of the Bantu sometimes the road takes a sudden bend but a traveler surely knows it's not the end We stampede, we panic but the sound we make in the jungle is not the music of the jungle We arise to sing a new song Ubuntuism; the sound track to the evolution of the Bantu Darkness upon the land The story unfolds, We grope, we fall but we arise We rise to go but sometimes we fall again Terror is not the flow of river Nile and Niger Darkness fools the shadow out of sight, deceive the eye and not the mind We might not see but we sure know Tribalism and civil wars is not the story of Africa Sometimes the fall hurts but losing the chase hurts even more and so we rise... Yes, the story unfolds we can endure nights longer than our sleep but we can not endure sleep longer than the nights upon us We grope, we fall but that's not all We rise to go but sometimes we fall again We might not see but we sure know Africa will someday conquer its miseries, It shall dawn in Africa as it dawned in America and the lines will be read to the children of Africa Yes, the story will be read to this end