They stole from us.

They stole our wealth to make their countries wealthy and glamorous

They leave our country dry and unattractive.

The average youth is attracted to these wealthy countries and will give everything he has to have a taste of a life there.

If what they stole from us is what they used to become this wealthy, why can’t my motherland be wealthy with its own riches?

Why is my motherland still broke, and unattractive like a deforested land when it has its resources right here?

My motherland is sick.

She is sick in the head, sick in her hands, and sick in her heart.

The black man has failed to manage his own affairs

He is wrecked with so much greed in his heart, packaged in the colorful wrappings of ignorance that he can’t help himself, talk less of helping others.

My motherland isn’t thinking on her own.

The only thing my motherland was able to get for herself was her independence

But one may wonder, “Independence from what?”

My motherland’s independence was just a statement to her masters telling them to allow her mistreat her own self, instead of they ‘mistreating her’.

Did she do any good?

No!

My motherland needs a second independence.

Yes! She does.

She needs most importantly, A MENTAL INDEPENDENCE.

Because, looking at our state now, I think it would have been better if we had stayed as slaves to our masters a little longer, so that we could have learnt their industrial ways.

Just tell me, how can you have gold and not know or have the tools to mine it or make it useful and valuable for your own self?

How can you have crude oil, and yet expect the offspring of your master to help you drill it? Are you serious? Do you think your master’s offspring wants to do you any good … with no slavery strings attached? Oh come on Africa.

If you lack knowledge, seek it!

If you lack wisdom, ask for it… without doubt, and you will receive it [James 1:5-8 NIV].

Stop being too prideful, Africa. Even your natural hair isn’t too prideful; look at how it submits to the coolness of water, and air. Come on Africa! Evolve! Wise up! Your greed is killing you, and even your generation, while soothing you with colorful band-aids of fading immediate gratification.

Someone may argue, “We have tried to fight our previous masters off our resources lately, but they wouldn’t heed.”

I will say, “Tell this to a child you spoiled. Try to set boundaries with a child you spoiled, and let me know how smoothly that goes.”

Just like how the Bible says that when a demon leaves a person, but enters him the second time, it makes the current (second) state of the person worse than his previous state, in the same way, this second independence which Africa ought to fight to attain is going to be tougher than the physical, and bloody one we had before.

This time, Africa, you will not be fighting a stranger, rather, you will be fighting your own spoiled ‘adopted’ kid, and IT’S GOING TO BE TOUGH I MUST SAY.

You going to have to fight on the emotional, mental, physical, and even spiritual level if I may add that.

Africa, your labor pains have just began.

You needed independence, but you forgot to get the tools needed to completely establish this magnificent mansion called independence.

Now the independence structure you ‘hurriedly’ put up is collapsing, and the rains are coming anytime from now.

What are you going to do Africa? Your children need a place to stay.

What are you going to do Africa? Your grandchildren need a place to lay.

Come on Africa! You are a mother. Where are your instincts?

Don’t leave your children abandoned. Should all your children run to the western countries, who is going to take care of you when you get sick? Who is going to keep you warm when the rains collapse your ‘weak’ building?

Don’t be deceived by the promise of the apple in the garden. I bet you, if that apple gave wisdom just as the snake was saying to you, that snake wouldn’t have been described as cunning but Wise.

Wise up Africa!

Enough of this cancerous greed.

Enough of the stinking selfishness.

Enough of the cruel carelessness.

Rise up Africa! You are a warrior. You are black. You are a product of the soil. You are as productive as a Loamy soil. Fertilize!