If only we Africans Could Use Our Senses
If only we, Africans, saw, not with our bare eyes but with our “hearts” as we used to If only we sensed our strength and unique agility If only we heard the sharp wisdom voices of our ancestors, and not the “modern” absurdity If only we sniffed the rat wrapped with the handed over financial aid, and not the phony benefits If only we felt the coarseness of the glittering jewels, before we swapped them with our real diamonds If only we weren’t as naïve as children to believe and accept all we were told about western egalitarianism If only we were as wise as our fellowmen to discern the sugar-coated from that of honey If only we had the courage to boldly scrutinize like our descendants, the authenticity of every “gift” thrown to us by the west If only we felt the wealth of our lands and if only, we knew they’re the sources for all medical remedies If only we saw the flair of our people to become wealthier and happier If only we believed, as our trailblazers, the key to all our happ