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AfricaThe land of my forebearsThe place where my placenta restsThe lands upon which warrior bloods flowI desire to speak of her achievementsAnd I stand to ponderWhat can I speak about?This causes me to wonderDo I speak of achievements? Do I speak of failures? Do I speak of the past? Or do I speak of a future?Oh I'll speak of her futureA future so bright So full of hopes That East and West clings to its glamoursYet, she is bleakened Darkened and exposed at her coreWith the many beguilements that plague herDeceptive promisesAnd the shortfalls of wily leadershipsBeguiled with shortsightednessAnd selfishnessWith corruptionsAnd insecurities And pessimistic views that seem justified She appears cursed Like a child whose choices mock his own potential And like a woman Given to pain in the very act that brings her joyIs the African cursed?The very things that bless her beguile her?A mother to great civilisations Of the plains near the great nile, Egypt, Of the plains of the vast Sahel, Nubia, Of the forests, Monomotapan dynastiesYet, has she fallen to corruption? Friends no longer friends? Where are the ideals that moved those who went before us? The ideas of NkrumahConvictions that moved the MadibaDeterminations that strengthened the SankarasThese shredded off the chains of imperialismWhere are their remains?Where are the offshoots?There is a clamouring darknessCalling for lights High intensitiesFierce and able to set new coursesI look forwardHope beams me upArise compatriots! Be strong!A great light beams up hope aheadFor this dent of corruptions appear only as a chinkA chink into the armour that girds our hopesBecause I see upon the horizonA generation that makes the difference We are the offshoots you asked forThe remains of idealsPlanted by NkrumahWatered by General Sankara and the Great Lumumba And tended by the nourishing wisdoms of the MadibaGod bless Africa! See MoreSee Less
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Africa

I am Hausa