WHY THE SUN SCORCHES THE SONS OF AFRICA

--- and because in Africa,

The umbrella provides shelter from the rains

And not the scorching sun,

Those who repose under the umbrella’s protection

Do not feel the muddy patches

Which wet the feet of the masses.

But when the Harmattan sets in

And the scorching sun penetrates the dents

And shatters the umbrella,

The cooling system under the shade

Is soon exposed to combustion,

And the blazing sun sets aflame

The horrific bizarre of crimes

Perpetrated behind the security walls

Of the umbrella.

And that is why

The sun scorches the sons of Africa

And makes them black like Negroes.

(Here ends my little tale on Africa.)