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This Is Africa

….a land of laborers, a land of free and ignorant immigrants a land that harbors the Dark Continent
A continent dark enough not to offer anything meaningful….this is Africa
The list is endless and claims are all but a proof of sincere jealousy
Yes the words used by the exotic races to depict ‘the dark continent’
A continent that they’ll forever yearn to continuously rule
The words are but their way of making us look ugly and have contempt for what is rightfully ours
Ours and cannot be taken by none
None for that is what culture or lack of culture means to them…..

Africa is a rich land……
Indeed the products coming out of the said continent is but priceless
And to imagine that it all ends up in their markets only for us to receive spills of their profits
And then they call it donor funding….there is nothing of the sort
The truth here is that the kind of leadership that exists in our land, practically offers the opportunity for the ever opportunistic white to swipe his ATM card into this ever flowing teller machine…..

The main flaw in our great land is ignorance
We never have the balls to express our true conscious feelings when it comes to matters governance, the few that rise to fly their whisker only do so for selfish gains
When will we ever come of age and shun this grieve undoing?
Will there ever be a time when a leader is only where he is for the people?
It does sound like a Cinderella story but it’s achievable
The first step is by looking aback and foresee the coming
Reminisce the past and dream a future for the generations to come
In a thousand years from now, none of us will be alive
What will there be to show for our existence?
What do you want the future to tell of you? What kind of story will they narrate of you at a bonfire?
Will it be the shrewd politician that ran the land dry of the little that was!
Or the crazy leader that only opened his mandibles to shout obscenities!
What is it that you want to be written in the scrolls of history and the slates of the young ones looking for a mentor only to find none!
It’s inconsequential that you live a life only to die and ‘kapish’, that’s the end
You were better unborn…..

This land needs better leaders
Not the type that bursts their bellies in layman’s sweat,
We need better preachers…that not only preach the word but practice the ways,
We need better teachers….who not only usher the brain into reality but begin at the epitome of perfection,
We need better parents…..that will not stop at the break of the cane but will continue into the mentorship of the young at heart,
This is the recipe for a people that value a gift in the name of a parcel of land and on course to make its produce even greener…..Africa, end of the letter.

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