D. Sebastian Niare
Run the race oh Africa reach the finished line,
Don’t look back at yesterday because you are surrounded by witnesses of heartless crowd.
Stand firm and reach the goal of your fathers
Africa a land that flourish with milk and honey,
A land dream to have produced great men and women to become leader of the universal.
Unifornately our speeches cannot reach the roof of our head,
Our tongue will no longer interpret the sound of our voice.
As our gum refuses to bear witness of our tooth
We bit those hands that feed us and eat the food that make us sick
While our children future are decided by our neighbors
Africa!! Africa!! Oh!! Africa!! Land of my mother,line of my origin, place of my birth,
It’s not because we plan to fail, rather we fail to plan.
It is time you put your father dream to reality,
Rise up transfer over your oppressor
Run the race and reach the finished line oh!! Africa!!
Wonderful