(I wrote this for His Excellency, President Lucas Mangope on the occasion of the tenth anniversary of the Pilanesberg National Park – 8th December 1989 –
a poem in conclusion)
A Song of Africa
I give you a song of Africa,
a lullaby in reverse to our Mother
out of whom we have lived in both
harmony and strife with all her children,
from the sable to the wandering visitor,
from the rufousnaped lark to the child of man.
She has hosted us graciously in her
strong and forgiving pastures,
nurturing us all in her knowing ways.
In our pitch for survival
She has set the balance.
If we are to be true to Africa
we must be aware of her vagaries
and recognise the needs of all her children
to maintain her balance.
Her children, as siblings they are, will challenge
and use one another as in a game. However,
in their inherent love for their Mother, the blood of the
siblings of Africa is thicker than the water of
the surrounding oceans and lands.
We must be true to each other.
We must be true to ourselves.
We must be true to Africa.