I come from the slopes
Where peasants drink native beer
Where civilization is far from discovery
Where the ground is as hard as thought
Where the brotherhood of men is far from extinction
Where men breathe the marvelous air of freedom

I come from the slopes
The darkest corner of the world
There we have no roads but foot trucks
No skyscrapers, but huts
No hate, but peace and love

I come from the slopes
Where clouds are white and mountains blue
Rivers run and rocks stand erect
Blossoms invite and birds laugh
The valley responds and the woodcutters sing
Where songs are so merry and smiles are plenty

From the slope I come
To the slopes I shall return
I am the Son of Slope
The ambassador of good will

- George Nyeki