My mind is across the parapet of Africa with love!
And if the wind does not reveal it, the rain will;
A proverbial touch with an emotion is what i bring to you,
For my mind is also across the parapet of this world!
But where sin is, fools do rush in quickly.
I am like a poor soul walking down the streets of Africa very lonely,
And deeper down in the jungles of Africa with words;
But if the wind does not reward me, the rain will.
Oh Africa! In my loneliness and of the splashes of the sea;
But i need someone who will love me for who i am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.