African Excellence

In Africa, we have these white clouds that plague our lands while they lure us with radiant lustrous things that comes with free food and a Colgate smile

For generations, Since the time of our father's fathers we have lived in fear and despair waiting for certain dismay

With the deaths of our African Kings and the enslavement of our African Queens

They banished our philosophers and killed our strong

Africa is strong

Though history has scarred her

She remains beautiful A phenomenal woman

The wealthiest of all nations

From Musas wealth to shakas strength

the mystery of the soul that knew no restraint knew no fear

but now the soul of our mother Africa is tightened like a drowning person flailing and gasping for air while reaching for her people to rescue her from the clutches of her oppressors.

but for one meal a day we remain silent and call them our saviors

Why are we fighting for scraps when everything on the table belongs to us?

They pilfer our oils and natural gases yet we remain silent

While they plunder our diamonds gold coppers and coal and remain silent while turning the other cheek

If we cannot move as a people how can we notice the chains that binds us?

The Phoenix only rose because it was burnt.

Our civilization, our history, our culture, and our people. Burned. So why not rise like the Phoenix from our own ashes.

Transcend the hate amongst us

That makes us fragile, weak, and selfish

As the world's projection of black excellence reflects upon us do not be broken down pretty lies

Instead, let your pride erupt like a volcano

Only as a people can we build the stairway to heaven