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Africa Arise!


Africa,
The land flowing with milk and honey,
Strictly laden with gemstones and money
And decorated with treasures beyond the human imagination,
Yet steeped in squalor and poverty!
What?
Why, oh why? Do you weep at dawn?
And pretend you have no food to eat?
You have been dressed with the vast elements of the earth,
Sunk deep below the thoughts of human reach
In the beginning,
You were given all the wisdom you need to wade through the storms of adversity,
But you look outside yourselves,
 For meager incomes coming from beneath your intellectual and spiritual heights
You have been subdued,
Time and time and time and time again,
Because you have refused to conquer the one that put you to flight and agony
Your inner self, veiled with the sounds of time,
Only to wake up, to the crude shock,
That you stand on the threshold of eternity!
Oh Africa!
Look inside yourself once again,
There in lies the solutions, you desperately seek.
For God does not pride himself with the “meek and humble” in hypocrisy,
But gives grace to those who call upon Him in sincerity and in truth;
Those who are ready to avail themselves of the opportunities, He sends their way each and everyday.
Arise Africa,
For the time has come for you to shine out of the deep recesses of obscurity;
You must shine, o Africa,
Shine all the way to fulfilling your destiny-
That destiny that God intended for you, when He made the Garden of Eden….
Shine…..for the time has come for you to shine!

Written by Ewoma 









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