AFRICA’S UNANSWERED PRAYER: A LAMENT AND AWAKENING

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 ...