None of the finest artists' impressions
Can sufficiently portray the beauty
Of Mother Virgin Africa
A land of people defined by culture and custom
Some call it the cradle of mankind
I am delighted to simply say "Motherland."

Africa's tomorrow is like the sun
Whose place in the heavens can not be denied
The African's distinctive characteristic
His remarkable bronze, shining skin
But above many things
His undisputed name among men

The uMfecane regime was so disastrous
That it shattered, shook and displaced sands of Africa
Rendering a great many like me
With no places to call home
But it came to pass
Unity is key, it locks away strife
Well, for a while.

The African praises his forefathers to the beat of a drum
The rainmaker dances all night around the fire
Gogo narrates a tale to her eager grandchildren
The full moon silhouettes Khulu smoking his pipe
The fallen heroes jealously guard their progeny.

Gone are the days of the blood river
When mothers ululated to spared sons' lives
When the valiant were given leopard skins
And tears streamed down the widow's cheeks
For dust had to returned from whence I had come.

Children were inculcated with ethical values
It was no democracy, but dictatorship
The mother was unhesitant to spare the stick
It was at the time, a universal panacea for mischief
Africa boasted of high morals and principles.

Come, let us journey from the Cape to Cairo
It may be long on foot
Let us use our imagination
I believe in Africa's rich cultural heritage
Our totems remind us of our origins
We are brothers, simunye
Let us cross the rivers and plains together.

Our hope is weaved into a tapestry of greatness
Our unborn children hear the truth from our bellies
Families sit happily around the fire
But as for us old men and women
Our African time is nigh
Soon we will be guests of the termites
But until then, it gives us great joy
To fill our bellies with African Beer, uMqombothi.