©Mwango Lupupa 23102016
To write it is my right; to sing it should be right
Goldenly the sun appears; mildly it disappears
Quietly peeling on the scaly mountains
Smouldering over the silky horizon
The grandeur seems just right
Like springs or seasonal fountains
Into the unending zone
Golden and mildly
All but once rightly
Sure it rises, truer it raises
On and through the green lush fields
On the soft blue or sparkly waters
Mothers and fathers, sons and daughters
Oh but it is God who raises the African sun
Even a song in the heart of an African
The African sun not only rises and raises
It also blesses all it shines upon
Oh wake up to this reality
For it dawns the day
And it ends its stay
To what end? To what profit?
You’ve to choose, you’ve got to say
I will sing about the African sun
I will sing it right because it’s my right
Being free under the African sun
Just feels right so as to do what's right
Seems just right so as to do what’s right
Good to be alive and to be counted for some good
Mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters
Rise like the sun unto good!
