I Still Believe In Africa Poem by Frank Bana

Bikes and broken bakkies
Abandoned by a stream
Renaissance and rebirth
In the blood of a bad dream
I still believe in Africa
How she will rise again

Living with the virus
And determined to endure
She learns to use the remedy
While science finds the cure
City life spills endlessly
Upon the open plain
I will believe in Africa
And she will rise again

Bandits shoot the tyres
Desk jockeys steal the grain
The cream is scooped up from the top
The well holds tears of rain
Still Africa has never lost
Her morning sunshine face
And all the sins of history
Prepare to be erased

I stood so still on Otse Hill
As the birds passed by
And watched the distant lightning
Paint the Transvaal sky
The rain stops at the border
One night it will cross over
To meet the morning sun

And from the ash of cruelties
Her new rainbow will come.