Africa - Habib Koite

The sons of Africa wanted to walk

An adventure that took them far away from the frontiers of the continent

An adventure that taught them how things work elsewhere

Before, we welcomed the whole world with our Innate sense of hospitality,

in dignity and nobility

We walked but when we wanted to enter their door Those in Ceuta told us:

«We don’t have your innate sense of hospitality»

The sons of Africa returned home, saying:

Better an ugly woman than an empty room Because they’d heard that invaluable

help had been offered to them there

But they’ve had enough of empty promises

Poverty will be Africa’s destiny

Corruption will be Africa’s destiny

Governments will always get stuck in the sand Africa is destined for war,

for genocide

Until the United Nations in their development programmes

Decide to help Africa to:

Reduce its poverty

Reduce its AIDS pandemic

Reduce the death of its children

Reduce what Mother Africa owes to others

Broken promises, of equity, solidarity

The illusion is false, even if the dream is allowed

Africa will make its own way, after a fashion, because

My black pride will always be called «Mambo"And we are all in the same boat

Help!

Enough help for Africa

Africa will make its own way, after a fashion!