Matters of history are incomplete without your name
Adolf Hitler walked upon your stages and he was echoed in your military base
His ships and planes spelled fear at your enemies
East or West even when combined you stood like a giant Germany
I am told that you eat as you speak Engineering
You are in a league of your own in inventions of machinery
BMW Mercedez and other magnificent designs have milked in your forever advanced breast
Academics cry your name you are smelled upon their breath
Your arenas for total football are ingridients that make up Bundesliga
Your advancement in sport is like an unshakable pillar
And that is why I roll out the red carpet for you
Here is to the real Master of it all so true
2. SOUTH AFRICA MY RAINBOW
I take pride in realizing dawn to my courage
Bathing in the aroma of ululating women at the approach of my heritage
The knobs and kirries of men dancing at the majestic pillars of traditions
The dream of seeing a majestic Zulu reed dance is my reality
The smell of the Northern masonja on my pap is a delicacy
The rhythm in the tongue of my Xhosa brothers and sisters is multi desire
As I walk barefoot with a shield and a spear my voice cracking higher
I am a companion to my Afrikaner brother of the voortrekker descent
His father’s farm is the pride of the food we swallow without pretence
The marching of my English brother and the sound of his gun echo celebrations
As they sit side by side with me for a calabash umqombothi sip for heart decorations
I am bowing before my Venda
Holding the hand of my Tsonga queen covering my future aspects
Ululating Swazi sisters and the rhythm of their brothers’ songs is but a blessing
Under unforgiving hot African my shepherd Sotho brother with a blanket is ultimate reflection of proud code of dressing
The praising rhythm spit by Pedi friends is soothing to the heart
The dance of my Tswana brothers is a creativity you can’t with an African take apart
My Khoisan hunters with bows and arrows are reflection of perfection
And the pride in the voice of fathers and daughters of Ndebele clan are irresistible attraction
The banks of my African river is covered in pride smell of aroma
As we bow down thanking fathers and mothers for their daughters we pay lobola
I do not take dreamland journey to take refuge in any other country’s shadow
For behind I’ll be leaving priceless heritage of my South Africa
3. ETHIOPIA THE HISTORICALY COLOURFUL
I raise my eyes to the horn of Africa
Salute to brothers and sisters who were born with brains incomperable
Their feet carrying them across joints of spine of Asia
Kings and queens of these sons of soil with toughts immesurable
Today my beautiful Ethiopia is flowing with tears of my hungry daughters of Africa's breast
The air they breath is full of sorrow and agony
So I look back and call for the return of your colurful historical breath
Incarnates of the truest master minds of African anti tyrany
The revolution that you entered upon was not for my brothers to suffer my beloved Ethiopia
For your colours are still just but a glimpsed remarked by your beautiful athletes
Africa has a seed they ought to plant in your belly my historically king size Ethiopia
For your giant stature shall be brought up when we plant together these seeds
I doth not wish to claim my feet has rubbed on your chest my beautiful Ethiopia
But I can tell you taht one day I will dry up my tears when you bloom again for Africa
