Africa is my home and there is no place like home. I love Africa because there is no place like Africa. Even in my second life (if I get the opportunity), I will choose Africa because I love Africa and there is no doubt Africa loves me. Some people don't understand. Some people think they know but they do not know. Some people think they know all about Africa but the truth is that, none of them knows Africa the way I do. I know Africa and Africa knows me.I was born in Africa, I grew up in Africa and Africa is my home so you must believe me if I tell you there is no place like Africa. If it is true there is a God up there beyond the clouds then I am very sure that God is an African. Why? Because Africa is the rhythm of life. Africa is that mighty tree of ancient origin rooted in mountains of gold and silver.
Africa is that mighty stream. Africa is that stream of life. Africa is that mighty stream full of untold number of souls. Africa is that bird. Africa is that quiet but mighty bird. Africa is that quiet bird with the voice of thunder. Africa is that mighty bird with the wings of gold and diamond feathers. Anytime Africa spreads her precious wings of different colors, even the beasts below the surface of the earth, smile. Africa is my home and there is no place like Africa. It is very true my great-great grandfather did not build an airplane but what people do not understand is that, my great-great grandfather did not need an airplane to fly.
It is very true my great-great grandmother could not write her story in a book but what people do not understand is that, my great-great grandmother was able to carve her story on a mountain that does not move. If you see my uncle walking on the Kalahari desert with no shirt and no shoes on, don't just conclude he is dumb. My uncle chases away wild beasts with his bare hands and it takes great courage and wisdom to do that. If you live in New York City, don't just conclude my uncle in the jungle is a fool because no fool survives in a jungle full of wild animals.
Some people think Mama Africa is an illiterate but what Mama Africa knows, the world can never know even half. If you steal from Mama Africa's backyard and she doesn't chase you away with a gun, don't just conclude Mama Africa is blind. The eyes of Mama Africa shines like the Sun and she sees all things. Mama Africa doesn't judge. Instead, she leaves all things to He who knows how to judge. Once again, I love Africa because Africa is my home and there is no place like home. Anywhere you hear "poverty", you hear "Africa". There is poverty in Africa today. There is no doubt about it. My great great grandfather had food in abundance and he had enough to drink.
My great great grandmother had enough to give her grandchildren anytime they asked for something to eat. My great great grandfather had enough gold and precious minerals to decorate his throne and my great great grandmother had a palanquin full of edible fruits. There was plenty in Africa but plenty has been taken away leaving Mama Africa with very little to give her beloved children anytime they ask for something to eat. The only problem with Mama Africa is that, she opens her arms all the time. Mama Africa opens her arms and welcomes every stranger thinking all men are the same not knowing some men are worse than death.
They come with sweet tongues and friendly faces but wicked minds and charcoal hearts. Some do not understand but instead of taking time to understand, they rush into conclusions.There is poverty in Africa but why is there poverty in Africa? There is hunger in Africa but why is there hunger in Africa? You took away the piece of bread I had in my hands by force and now you are trying to feed me with expired biscuit and diluted fanta because I have nothing left to eat knowing very well that expired biscuit does me no good.
Is it fair? You break my home into pieces then come back later on to teach me "Unity is Strength". Do you expect me to love you? If unity is strength as your good book says then why break my home into pieces? You take away my eyes and come back later on with a walking stick for me. Do you expect me to thank you for the walking stick? Some people think they know but they do not know. Some people think they understand but they do not understand. Some people are very bad but they don't even know the fact that they are bad which is very sad.
