For what do we lose our voices chanting
mama Africa?
What is our love for Africa tethered to?
Our pride is broken in pieces...
We have destroyed the very foundation our
feet rest.
Is our pride drawn from our black skin?
Is our pride seated upon the resources of
nature?
Is our pride rested on the greenery of our
fields?
Is our pride reaped from the strength of
our muscles?
Africa, Oh Africa!
We are imploding daily by the grenades of
our thoughtlessness
Naked are we, bathing with the cold
borrowed waters of selfishness
And have set our minds assail on
ignorance’s seas...
Our ruins are beyond the wreckage of
Babel’s tower,
And our own captivity beyond the
subjugation of Ancient Israel
They’ve freed us in physical, yet have we
imprisoned us in psyche.
Where lays the pride of Africans’
humanness?
Z’it in the ‘miserableness’ of our mis-Leaders?
Or the faithlessness in our sick health
systems?
Z’it in the free corruptness of the
political elite?
Or the hatefulness of the lower class?
Z’it in the deceitfulness of the judicial
realms?
Or the carelessness of our security
services?
How we sought our freedom hard with sweat
and blood,
How yet we sell it cheaply for selfishness.
Who can understand Africa?
Africa, oh Africa! Arise to yourself,
With the broken blocks of ancient wisdom,
Build the empty and waste places of your
mind
Adorn yourself with the robes of good
service...
Make sense of your difference and return
your pride.
Richard Eghowan Ebhota©
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