Whoever is weakened by the blazing sun should not despair.
A time comes when the sun will fall asleep and the moon will rise.
A time will come when everything that has withered will flourish.
The flowers, the trees, the birds, the fishes and you and I.
That time is called the time of Black Africa.
During this moments the earthworm, tired of burrowing, will come out
To take fresh air and the chickens will rejoice upon seeing him.
The pretty girls will play under the giant baobab tree which once stood
And the young men will wrestle each other for the prettiest.
The windows of every home will be opened to allow in
Fresh air – smelling of lavender and shea butter.
When you see these things, you will know that there is a new Africa.