Dawn rises and mother Africa raises her veil Sunlight strikes the fog soaked landStreet cleaners clean, businessmen tie their ties,Moto drivers don their reflective vestsIt’s a new day in the land of a thousand hillsNew pains awaitNew triumphs to be enjoyedNew friends to be madePeople go about their livesBut the land barely noticesContent to let the people scurry about, the hills sitAmused by their presumed importanceThis day is but one more chapter in a very long bookNight settles and the page turns, ready for the next day’s chapter to be written.