When you talk about Africa, all that runs in my mind,
Is the smell of delicious food by mama Africa.
The sight of fresh fruits from the garden,
The flowing milk, the fresh air, the sound of lakes and rivers,
The fertile soil that you don't need to beg plants to grow,
The land full of minerals, oil, and the beautiful wild life.
When I remember Rwanda I can't stop thinking of the hills and the mountains,
The beautiful mountain gorillas, the fresh trees and the green leaves,
The green grass, the morning dew in the beautiful grass,
The blowing wind in the morning and night where you don't need to wear a mask
But want to feel it down into your system,
The united people, the hands that give more than receive.
The kind neighbors, the laughter of children playing outside,
The happy faces of children going and coming from school,
The entertaining, smart youth, the drums, the dancers,
The songs they can't stop playing in my head.
The lovely, inspiring national anthem, the peaceful national flag,
When I remember all this; happiness flows in my heart.
You can't know the Africa, the Rwanda that I’m talking about unless you see it,
You will be told more, the diseases, the hunger, the wars but ain't it all over the world?
What you are not told is the beauty that lies in Africa!
Lucky are those who have been there, to see and to behold,
There is no place that can be compared to you, home sweet home.
Written by Muhuza Mary