I like to think myself as a young lion
Traveling the great grassland
With no fear or foe
But courage and wisdom
I like to think myself an umbrella
Floating above the firmaments
Wrapping my warm tentacles
About the cold, weak and lonely
I like to think myself as the rain
That flood the fertile valley
So that in the sunny morning
The young grass may rejoice!
I like to think myself as a tribal chief
One who holds peace, justice
And truth as the sole title
So that my people may be free!
I like to think myself as an idea to come
Though it may have tarried
But when it shall manifest
May my Africa know abundant joy!
