MY AFRICA

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PART 4
“Hide nothing from the masses of our people. Tell no lies. Expose lies whenever they are told. Mask no difficulties, mistakes, failures. Claim no easy victories”…Amílcar Cabral (1924 – 1973)

In closing, my Africa has the potential to be an envied state. But that state can only be achieved as one country – one nation, one people, one aim, one destiny, no matter where they are from, as long as they consider themselves Africans. We are a continent of shared customs, names and values – we do have others from elsewhere, but what are nations without immigrants who are assimilated? As a people, we have used the same material cultures in the same way wherever we found them on our journeys to people this great continent. We are one people. We are not different at all. We were once great. That greatness is achievable and surpass-able. Isn’t it interesting how our greatness was achieved when we were empires? A collective of peoples focused on a national agenda, like the Indians and the Chinese. If our leaders can put their selfish and other ambitions aside, we can become a country overnight. This is the only future for Africa, not pipedreams of how oil is going to transform our economies. Is it going to do for us what gold, bauxite, iron ore, rutile, chromite, diamonds, fruits, vegetables, etc. have done for us? Let’s get real and face the facts – it won’t! Besides a federated and unified Africa, we will remain a continent of mostly failed, frail and broken states that are too blind in their poverty to see their realities….

Broken dreams and shattered lives
We front
But our lives are tattered pasts
Trying to look good
But the bad keeps coming up
They say they got our backs
But our butts keep hanging out
Thinking on us and life
Sometimes I think we’ve had enough of
Bad breaks and long waits
People looking at you with a long face
But like a bad taste in the mouth
They keep spitting us out
We keep searching for breaks
But keep getting a beat…
Down the road of forgotten pasts
Where we dwell on glories past
But the present looks a mess in a hat
You can only do tricks with that
We keep mixing and matching
The right visions in the wrong set of circumstances
That leaves us packing our belongings
To head in different directions
But running from the same things
To curtail our winters of discontent
In a broken up continent
Of poor people with nice clothes
Who drive big cars on bad roads
Live in and around unsanitary abodes
Wanna copy the West
But our economies and moralities are a bad show
We’re now a basket case of aid recipients
Remittance kings and queens
Always with our hands out
Looking for a handout
We didn’t choose where we were born
But we can certainly choose where we’re heading.

“Seek ye first the political kingdom and all things shall be added unto you”…Kwame Nkrumah (1909 – 1972)

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