Nothing is more dead than yesterday’s newspaper of Africa
A place of mystery,
a sleeping giant,
with all kinds of valuables, gold, coal, diamonds,
all these are sold to other continents? I thought so.

Why you slept so long?
You kept quiet and watched us drown in sorrow and pain with no gain but tears plains coming down from empty brains.
Why didn’t you think of us?
This generation that is still suffering from the loss you allowed to happen.

The world is four and a half billion years old
with us being 200 000 years old for nothing but a dark continent, asleep
Why you slept so long?

Bodies freezing in the ocean escaping from being shipped,
bloods split from being ripped.
A race so dark the sun no longer shines.
Wakey wakey sleepy giant,
they have the land we have this religion
A place of mystery,
nothing is more dead than Ubuntu.