Dream on all ye decedents of Kunta Boldly go wherever you dared to go Be happy ,sing aloud Hakunamatata Dream of the precious gems of Congo Dream on Africa ,Dream Mr .Kenyatta .
Dream on all ye daughters of Africa Undulate all your rounded backsides Dance on all you dark ebony women Yes,for you’re truly Mandingo brides Dream Africa ,Dream Sarah Baartmann
Play on ye blessed children of Africa Gallop wild like the stripped Zebras Jump just as Masais in nature’s arena Yes Indeed you’re all Timbuktu’s divas Dream Africa ,Dream Sundiatta Keita .
Dream about all of Africa my brothers Be traditional and maintain our culture But remain loving to our beautiful sisters For in their wombs lies Africa’s future Dream on Africa ,Dream ye sons of Algiers .
Sometime small, sometime big But dream is dream Sometime it makes us happy, sometime it scares us But dream is dream Look it, feel it, and fulfill it Live for your dream and let dream live for you Long life
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon