On d tranquil shores of NILE stood i
guessin 4 a while
in2 d dip blue of pharaoh's strength.
Comparin its breadth & length
wit dat of ancestral ZAMBEZI
where father kaunda pitched his tent
away 4rom d thunderous vibrations of drums,riffles & cannons
emanating from d souls of zulus and reds
buried unda d shores of mother ORANGE.
Their corpse;
exhumed by preying lions of katanga
which drinks from d CONGO
as dey cross d kilimanjaro,are hunted by d wolof hunters
bathing unda d breasts of mother SENEGAL.
No drop of her milk lost
2 d rival fulani dust
save 4 d blood of ibos & hausas
which paid tribute 2 d ever thirsty NIGER.
Suddenly i realized
i was only a tourist in egypt
went back 2 my base at transval
the crown city of d LIMPOPO.