Drenched in Blood stained crimson,
\nEmbellished in Gold plated armour,
\nAdorned in vibrant Green raffia,
\nI am none other than the Black star.<\/p>\n
I am none other than mighty Senegambia,
\nA valiant warrior; Asantewaa of the Gold Coast.
\nThe Ivory that is the horn of Africa,
\nA son of a land I’m proud, I boast.<\/p>\n
Oh Mother Africa, have your offspring failed you?
\nRunning off to America, in search of a dream …
\n… long turned nightmare.
\nOur forefathers who fought for our freedom,
\nTurn in their graves in disdain.
\nBut our efforts, our efforts, they are not in vain.<\/p>\n
Compton, Detroit, Kingston, Libreville.
\nBrothers are bound by their unending title,
\nNegro, Black, Coloured, African.
\nA struggle for identity crucially vital.<\/p>\n
But I dream of an Africa,
\nOne where we aren’t marred as charity cases,
\nBut strong, resilient, happy faces.
\nOne where we see ourselves as a unit, one people,
\nUBUNTU; I am because you are.<\/p>\n
– \u00a0Nene Azu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Drenched in Blood stained crimson, Embellished in Gold plated armour, Adorned in vibrant Green raffia, I am none other than the Black star. I am none other than mighty Senegambia, A valiant warrior; Asantewaa of the Gold Coast. The Ivory that is the horn of Africa, A son of a land I’m proud, I boast. … Continue reading Borderless<\/span>