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 in our children’s
eyes—brighter than all foreign spotlights...
If only we believed like Sankara: unity is
our shield, diversity our sacred geometry...
If only we breathed our beauty—ebony armor against
empires built on our shadows...
If only we knew
the knife in our back bears foreign fingerprints...
If only we listened —truly listened—to
the chorus of our own voices...
If only we dared envision dawn over the
Sahara—not as dreamers, but as architects...
If only we stood
like baobabs—claiming stolen rain with roots that crack empires...
Then...
We would remember what we never
truly forgot.
We would build what they cannot
conceive.
We would become the future they fear.
The hour is late—but the heart remembers.
Rise. Reclaim. Reimagine !!!
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