Despite all the questions you've asked, All the jokes they've cracked. All the rights they demanded, You still voted from them. Despite all the questions left, unanswered. All the words with it's true meanings, covered up and uncorrected. All the words that are buried, left to be never remembered. Yet, people rolled the night in a paper, and smoked it in a pipe. In memory of kidnapped children. Your kidnapped children, Our abducted children. Justice is requested, And all you told them was to go back to bed. How? Just how would they sleep?! When you hurt their softest feelings of love and trust, really deep?! Tomorrow would be better, Let's burn our light of hope and fill our thirst as we suffer. Youth jobless, graduates homeless. Yet, the orphans are left hopeless. In an independent state with democratic government. As if that wasn't enough, You still voted for them.
Just me pooling out my thoughts and feelings on Africa's government. We're built with Rich history, and blessed with human, material and natural resources. I still wonder why we're trying to limp when other continents are flying.
This is a myth/story/forklore about how Osun river came in existence. Osun is a river found in osun state, Osogbo, Nigeria. It is seen as saviour to the people. Osun was invaded by fulanis, popularly know as herdsmen. They're immigrate from City to city around Africa. The name of the town was derived from the water which was once, a small river. Now, millions for worshippers visits her from across the world. Osun had a deep history and rich culture. It's origin is Elemi, another river from the town where my mum hails from. Elemi (The owner of spirits) is believed to have supernatural powers. As it is, fishes from there can never be cooked. So are other aquamarine that lives in the river. Africa is rich is history. Many are yet to be found.
Where is my Wakanda? A land with calm coloured sky, like a fairy world. Where is my Wakanda? A place where culture never fades, And my brothers still go to war with swords and spares and arrows and bows. Where is my Wakanda. An African world where my sisters reflect beauty in themselves And their ivory, black skin shines over the golden afternoon sun.
Where is my Wakanda? A place of giant warriors and mighty Kings. They sit side my side, solving a puzzled cases and life tests that takes other continents a million years to settle. Where is my Wakanda? A place where woman with no hair can be crowned, queen. Where fashion isn't seen as a temporary thing.
Where is my Wakanda? A country fully equipped with science and technology, never seen anywhere else. A place where tradition and culture is admired. Where Peace and unity, like oxygen is acquired. A land where men and women are seen as one. Equal. Person. They lead a troop of army at war, Yet, feel the heat beat of science and technology. A land where foods and fruits are harvested instead of imported.
Where is my Wakanda? An African land with the richest natural blessings... Enriched with human, material and natural resources A land of honour and culture and discovery. A land with the highest amount of man power. Where tradition rules like Kings and princes. Where culure is recognized, like queens and princesses. Everyone have their roles, they feel their tasks in their names and it's unique meanings, they see themselves.
Where is my Wakanda? A land with no discrimination, racism or ethnicity. A land were electricity last in all seasons till infinity. Where boys are marked as men Where girls are crowned as women. Where maturity and creativity doesn't have to be measured with age or time. Where dreams are never interrupted.
Where is my Wakanda I ask you? I ask you listening with a priceless heart. Your knowledge brain is twisted in different languages, So please, tell me. Where shall we fine peace in all these choas? I call on you from the east to the west! Where are the son's and daughters of the soil? From the south to the north of our mother Africa! Whoever you are, where ever you live... I ask you, Where shall we get that expensive heart of trust to believe. When shall our leaders stop being cheap and selling themselves into the slave-trade of politics. And fighting for government seat like two rats fighting for a price of meat.
Amidst my tears is a hidden laughter. Amidst my tears is a lions boldness. Amidst my ugliness is a striking beauty. Amidst my success is a supportive family
We lived and wished. We've walked through the seven wonders of the this words. We've sweat and struggled. Walking to somewhere that looks like forever in search of water. We've planted crops only found in the garden of Eden. We've stuffed out hungry stomachs and filled out died throats. From springs and waterfalls and showered directly from the rainbow's shadow.
Like lizards on the cracked walls Like lost lambs on the wilderness Like whale in the planet of ocean Like doves in the evening sky. We've shared experiences within our golden homes.