Oh Nubia, my Nubia, thou great and mighty
Nubia, when will I see you again?
When will my feet serenade your soft sandy shores?
While the moon kisses my lips as I twirl, sway, gyrate, and surrender to your chords and mysticism.
Oh, Nubia, my love, how I long for your embrace, to run wild and free in your jungles, safaris, and highlands, to devour your wild berries, plums, and fattened lamb while immersed in your uncompromising and overwhelming cocoon and love.
Oh, Nubia, my Nubia, land of great kings and warriors, land of my ancestors, oh how much I yearn for your touch. My mouth runs dry daily, craving your milk and honey. Oh, Nubia, thou great Nubia, what happened to the energy from the night’s bonfire, the gathering of your children around the mighty oak trees, the stories of celestial and mystical beings, the drums and tales of our forebears and heroes. Oh, Nubia, how much I long for thee, to sip and caress your magical waterfalls.
Oh Nubia, my Nubia, thou mothership, and cradle of life, you who nurtured humanity and yet is forsaken, oh Nubia you who gave hope, and yet rendered hopeless how I long for you. My heart is broken and saddened because of how far away from me, you are. Oh Nubia, my love, of whom will I look to for refuge, wisdom, and guidance. How you have forsaken me, my love!
Oh, Nubia, great and mighty Nubia, come back to me, wake up from your long slumber, and take your rightful place. Oh Nubia, great and mighty Nubia time is now when men shall exalt your name and sing of your praise. Oh, Nubia, the days are now for you to rise like a phoenix from the ashes, like a falcon, and be the beacon of hope to your children.
Walt Disney
