Pick up the magic lantern ancient 
Daughters and sons
Listen to the collective history of 
Civilization echo your lives
Hear the drums of Ghana calling you there,
Feel the drums of Masai,
Powerful as they beat the pulse of freedom

Smell the salted coast with its human cargo 
Moving forward to western slave markets
Recognize its majestic beauty 
Let the melancholy rhythm move you as you 
Dance in the tribes of you urban communes

Become the keepers of its light
Say hello to its wise inspiration,
Discovering all the ways we are alike.
Picture us together in the minds eye as we 
Work to fulfill such realities,
Building a unified Nation
All that we can be and ever will be
Mothers and fathers,
Teachers,
Healers,
Planters and reapers,
Hip hoppers,
Spoken worders,
Prophets and poets
And remember,
Momma Africa is calling us home