From African soil comes the African pot

Dug and shaped by African hands

Baked in fire in African lands

And into the pot — the mighty pot,

Meat from our flocks, oil from our seeds

Grains and greens from countless fields.

Many hands fill the African pot

Hands with hoes, with pestles and knives,

Singing we toil to maintain our lives:

Cooked in the open on an African fire

Three stones and wood from far and near

Stirred and flavored and tasted here.

A Synod cooked in
an African pot

Our hope is kindled — the time is
ripe

A Synod for Africa’s way of life.