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Vir Deon

saam met wie ek Afrika se ritme leer ken het

When Africa weeps for her children

My cheeks are stained with tears

When Africa honours her elders

My head is bowed in respect

When Africa mourns for her victims

My hands are joined in prayer

When Africa celebrates her triumphs

My feet are alive with dancing

– uittreksel uit Wayne Visser se gedig “I am an African”