I last night had this dream and I thought I should share it with you
I know you are listening....
It started with the cock- crow proclaiming dawn
That it was a new Morning
A whole new beginning!
The very stone that the builder once rejected
Had become the corner-head of the house!
Imperialism was a tale related only by the grey- haired
Fat bribes were an abomination in that society
Than no one dared commit.
The brotherhood between the people was firm
Like the bond of mother and child
And in fact the moon that had grown dark grew bright in salutation!
From the Sahara known to be barren
To her Kalahari counterpart in the south.
Ululations of dancing women and happy children
Proud and victorious tales of war as related by the men
Was the music.
The thousand tribes of Africa,
Spider webs that united and tied up the Lion
Dripping water that wore away the rock of Imperialism
Heroes they were.
Men were no longer graded by how much gold they had, but by the intensity of their morals,
Leaders not by how many convincing lies they could tell, but how wise they were!
The green blanket that had warmed our mighty continent for generations of generations
Still never relented
And of how men suddenly grew kind without tearing parches into it
I am disarmed of the words to relate the episode.
The mountains were on guard, as they have been for millennia
The rivers of honeyed milk
So trod the path the creator allotted them in the beginning of time
And with the Jungles in peace,
The game rejoiced.
It was a new morning.
A new morning in the golden African sky!
With unity as their national religion
Did they even have to blaspheme and create differences?
Differences in boundaries, in alignment, in Culture
When all was but one planet warmed by the same sun
The sun of unity?
Theirs was a religion were, smart in African apparel, all were righteous preachers
Propagating the same cause at the alter of love.
There was even no reason for sheep to wonder
Because no keeper had broken legs
This then was the United States of Africa
The United States of Africa!
In cherished memory of Dr. Kwame Nkrumah of Nkroful, Ghana and Africa, the most eloquent and foremost spokesperson of Pan- Africanism and African Unity of his age.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.