The crying just stopped...

Wa vha mutswu ha nga tshivhi iwe nwana wa Ha-Netshabako

Tshau tshililo tsho nwedza khothe mativhani a Thathe

Vuwa Muafrika Vuwa

se ha famba hena va ka chauke

Awake Africa Awake

I know Africa, I saw you

Bruised and wounded by the hands of the invaders

How like ants we fed on your motherly nested milk

When tears ran down your streams, in our mouth we tasted it

And to many it was art, that as a woman you barred it all

From the baby on your back to your owners suitcases on your head

Your blood was recorded by many, a story they longed to narrate

Your sweat was strength for multitudes, with the sun rays on your back

You cried for help, and they got paid on your account

You cried for help, and they got recognition on your pain

I know Africa, I saw you

To a corner, they separated you from your brothers

A prison to keep you weak, when your land they took

Your kids they killed and your husband they kept as slaves

When your story was told, they were seen as heroes

When your hut was cracking up, your water well drying up

When in laughter they took your colour and with rain, they burnt your flowers

When their kids learned to shoot by you, and their dogs to bath by you

When your garment was placed for their feet, and your tears for their pride

In your sorrow, they rejoice and as they took - they Left none

When bullets came flying on your rooftops

A celebration that waited for no holiday

I know Africa, I saw you

But when none was left, many were to be won

In voices of thunder you tore up the passbooks

In dances for furious minds you took charge of the streets

In creative art of paintings, you drew your victory

And in just a moment, you had it all known

As your colours and rhythms made way to our veins

Down the evolutionary theory, we inherited it all

To walk in great value and talk in pleasure

To sing the magical night into existence,

To light up the world with love and forgiveness