How I Think About Africa Poem by George Shadrack Kamanda

I think about our history and not our mystery
I worry about our exploitation, not our purported degeneration
I imagine the blankness of our continent scenery
I puzzled over our rules of strenuous institutions
I grapple as to what will be the solution to our socio-economic savagery
I warrant a revolution: that is called education

I hold a fact that we are in the basement of humanity
I rationalize our society outcomes to object to such!
I challenge to the fact of our present status quo is based on our negativity
I reflect daily,
I plead for a peaceful and watchful nationalism and patriotism

As Africa rise, West to East, North to South, we all shall see the power in unity and positivity
I believe in doing this; we will fade off tribalism, nepotism, and favoritism
That have plagued our societies through senseless wars of socio-religious negativity
As I learned in history books, Africa was the cradle of human civilizations
Oh, Africa! The fire of change burns within us.