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THE PATH TO RENAISSANCE: (Where Lament Becomes Blueprint)

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  We Refuse Amnesia. Our ancestors whisper through the cracks in colonial textbooks. To resurrect Africa’s soul, we must: 1. Rewrite the Curriculum ·          Demand  ministries of education purge "single stories." ·          Replace  Eurocentric tropes with  oral histories ,  proverbs , and  indigenous science . ·          Teach children :  "Your skin is a library. Your language is a compass." 2. Reclaim Digital Space ·          Build Afrocentric platforms  (Example: AfroWiki? Sankara Archives?)—truth Google buries. ·          Flood #TikTok with #UbuntuStories : Grandmothers’ songs, farmers’ wisdom, youth poetry. ·          Hack algorithms  with beauty:  "Let our trends be unity mem...

My Resignation

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  Resigning from a job is one of the boldest decisions a person can make—a defining moment of realization that the familiar space no longer aligns with who they are or where they are meant to be. It is a step toward something greater. As an anonymous quote wisely states, "Sometimes we’re forced to let go—not because we’re weak, but because we’re strong enough to know we deserve more." And so, I embraced that truth. After 15+ years of dedication, I finally made the decision to resign from my last job. I walked out of that office—not with hesitation, but with quiet certainty. For the first time in a long while, I wasn’t leaving something behind—I was stepping into something greater. The world outside felt different—not because it had changed, but because I had. The air was lighter, carrying possibilities instead of obligations. The sun, warmer, casting a glow on roads I had yet to travel. That doesn’t mean I haven’t missed the memorable times shared with great colleagu...

The Benevolent Guardians: A Satire on Western Patronage in Africa

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  How fortunate we Africans are! Our Western guardians, ever so generous, treat us as perpetual children—sightless and deaf to our own realities. They graciously  see for us  (for what could we possibly perceive?),  hear for us  (though we dare claim to listen), and even  think for us  (democracy, after all, means never troubling our minds with self-determination). Such selfless parenting! The "Gift" of Control: What began as colonial extraction—disguised as a "give-and-take (where  taking  outweighed  giving ) —evolved into a modern creed:  "Take what we offer, or face the consequences."  Benevolence today wears the face of coercion. Our guardians decree what we buy, who leads us, even whom we love. Their democracy: a velvet-gloved autocracy. The Science of Division: With scholarly fervor, they taught us to fracture ourselves. Race? A"vital" taxonomy:  Negroes, Whites, Yellows —as if humanity were paint samples. Ethnici...

Silencing the Empty Viral Shriek in Unison

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The Neocolonial Blueprint: Coercion, Collapse, and Collective Defiance Economic Warfare as Policy: From their self-appointed "Central Command," Western powers steer the global ship by force. Economic sanctions are not tools of justice—they are  scalpels  deliberately wielded to cripple vulnerable nations. Starvation becomes strategy. Debt becomes bondage. The result? Sovereign economies bled dry to ensure compliance. Regime Change by Design: Neocolonialists don’t negotiate—they  engineer  chaos: ·          Coups  as corporate takeovers (Guinea, Congo), ·          Conflicts  as profit ventures (Libya, Ethiopia), ·          Isolation  as prelude to predation: singling out nations like wounded prey to be devoured by sanctions and slander. The Unbearable Calculus: Enough.  Africa and the Global South now see the equation clearly: ...

AFRICA’S UNANSWERED PRAYER: A LAMENT AND AWAKENING

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  If only we saw not with eyes, but with the   ancestral heart   that beats beneath the soil of our birth... If only we sensed the   leopard's agility   in our stride—the strength that built pyramids without cranes... If only we heard our   elders' wisdom   over the static of imported absurdities... If only we   smelled the rot   in aid packages gilded with empty promises... If only our fingers traced the   false glitter   of fool’s gold before trading diamonds for trinkets... If only we   outgrew the fairy tales   of Western saviors—their equality a mirage in our deserts... If only we   tasted truth   like honey hunters—knowing sugar dissolves, but honey heals... If only we   dissected every "gift"   with the courage of those who refuse poisoned alms... If only we   felt the pulse   of our soil—knowing it holds cures their labs still steal... If only we   saw the fire  ...

Becoming Victims of a Single Fictional Narrative (part 2)

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The Stolen Narrative: Reclaiming Africa's Soul Our Buried Inheritance Ethiopia—and Africa—possess a  living tapestry  of history: ancestral wisdom in 3,000 tongues, cultures deeper than soil, unity forged through millennia, and pride in the melanin that maps our genesis. These are not relics, but  birthrights . Yet they were  deliberately fractured —not for being too vast, but too unifying. Colonial architects knew: united cultures resist exploitation. The Generation of Lost Stories 70% of Africa is youth (20-35) but 100% were robbed of their roots. Our elders’ truths were silenced by political puppets branding historians "tribalists" or "backward." Western-curated textbooks replaced oral epics. Youth learned  distortion as doctrine : ·    Diversity became division ·          Kinship became suspicion ·          Shared land became "stolen"territory The Weapon...