The sons of Africa wanted to walk... An adventure that took them far away From the frontiers of the continent An adventure that taught them How things work elsewhere. Before, we welcomed the whole world with our Innate sense of hospitality, in dignity and nobility. We walked but when we wanted to enter their door, Those in Ceuta told us: "We don't have your innate sense of hospitality" The sons of Africa returned home, saying: Better an ugly woman than an empty room Because they'd heard that invaluable help Had been offered to them there But they've had enough of empty promises Poverty will be Africa's destiny, Corruption will be Africa's destiny Governments will always get stuck in the sand Africa is destined for war, for genocide Until the United Nations In their development programmes, Decide to help Africa to: Reduce its poverty, Reduce its AIDS pandemic Reduce the death of its children Reduce what Mother Africa owes to others Broken promises, of equity, solidarity. The illusion is false, even if the dream is allowed Africa will make its own way, after a fashion, because My Negro pride will always be called Mambo And we are all in the same boat Help! Enough helped Africa Africa will make its own way, in its own way!