I wonder how they now feel;
those who fought for our freedom,
those who painted part of our flag red,
and those who sang "free men we stand"

are we really Proud and free?
our economy as borrowed as my sister's hair,
bleached skins yet native minds,
the only thing still African about us is our ignorance,

I wish there was a lighting cream
to brighten our minds too,
aliens to our roots how naive,
everything about us is foreign,

our forest a homes of mukula;
our furniture imports from china,
our lands conceives minerals;
our machinery products of Europe,

fertile lands and abundant...