We do not plant hatred on our neighbour’s land
Neither do we sit and watch things go out of hand.
We hate to love what is bad
And that’s the spirit of Africa.
The sound of war do not entice our feet
And we take no pleasure in the pain of another’s defeat.
We sound the vuvuzela to chant our victory
And tell our history in the rhythm of our oratory.
We wear the brightness of the Sun
on the darkness of our skins
And cheer up even a gloomy sky
with the colour of our smiles.
© Jerome Okeme