I Am An African

    Shine, Africa, Shine!

    2011

    I. The Dark Continent

    Africa – the dark continent:
    So named by explorers
    Because the candle of their knowledge
    Was feeble and flickering;
    Because their ignorance
    Was a void of deep space.

    Africa – the dark continent:
    So named by conquerors
    Because the torch of their mission
    Was sordid and smoking;
    Because their prejudice
    Was a cave of grey ghouls.

    Africa – the dark continent:
    So named by scholars
    Because the lamp of their enquiry
    Was paltry and passing;
    Because their theories
    Were coded in white and black.

    II. Enemies Of The Sun

    Africa is the continent of light,
    But there are enemies of the sun:
    Despots who snuff out flames,
    Gangsters who skulk in alleys
    And traders who deal in darkness.

    Africa is the continent of light,
    But there are crevices of shade:
    Valleys where black blood flows,
    Corridors where corruption festers
    And markets where slavery sells.

    Africa is the continent of light,
    But there is darkness, it is true:
    For every beam casts its shadow,
    Every sun has its eclipse
    And there is no day without night.

    III. The Day of Dawning

    Africa’s day is dawning,
    So let those who talk of shadows
    Bring their light to bear;
    And those who proclaim darkness
    Open their eyes wider.

    Africa’s day is dawning,
    So let those who feed the night
    Find themselves cold and hungry;
    And those who steal the light
    Find themselves alone and imprisoned.

    Africa’s day is dawning,
    So let those who pedal black fear
    Discover the beauty of sunrise;
    And those who dwell in tunnels
    Find their inner flame.

    IV. The Land Of Sunshine

    Africa is the land of sunshine
    Where topaz skies stretch out
    From here-now to forever
    And each scarlet sunrise
    Renews faith, hope and life.

    Africa is the hearth of firelight
    Where dancing flames leap up
    For distant starry dreams
    And glowing orange embers
    Warm the hands of friendship.

    Africa is the pot of rainbows
    Where every pregnant storm cloud
    Crackles with electricity
    And each shroud of grey mist
    Shimmers iridescent.

    V. The Shining Continent

    Shine, Africa, shine!
    Nourish our shared earth
    And feed our common roots;
    Green our tree of life
    And bear sweet fruits of peace.

    Shine, Africa, shine!
    Spark our imagination
    And confound us with your brilliance;
    Flame our deepest desires
    And dazzle us with your colours.

    Shine, Africa, shine!
    Fire our greatest passions
    And empower us with your stories;
    Blaze brightly on our soul quest
    And inspire us with your light.

    — Wayne Visser