New surroundings may breed new understanding, but never will I forget the old beginnings that have bred this standing rhetoric...

Never a love poem has been written.

Never beauty magnified as she.

Never a man will ever plunder,

As she has plundered me.

Never a sun has ever burnished.

Never a sky so blue.

Never my heart will beat in rhythm,

As rhythm was born in you.

Never will never become her fate

Never will tears be spared

Never will mind defeat the matter

That my Africa stands to bare.