|The African Saga (FEMRITE Publications, 1998, 102 p.)|
The solemn assembly of multi-flowered hills
Leaning toward the south,
And plains like sheets unfolding in the sun
Leaning toward the north,
The land of sky kissing mountains
Shrouded in blue mists
Is the mother of mystic valleys
The home of the barren panting sand-dunes
Is the source of many waters
That gurgle and babble like overfed babies
And sometimes growl and roar like ferocious lions.
The house of the tyrant
Is the harbinger of the Freedom Fighter.