Africa my Africa!! Once again we have displayed before the hosts of the international community that we are the wash pot of the world! What a shame! What sham! The Bongos of this continent are our bane. A continent composed of nations that can best be described as cripples. For all the sing-song about the plethora of resources with which we have been endowed by nature, we seem to take delight in dancing in one spot to an invisible drum being played by a madman. When will we arise from this drunken stupor of institutionalized selfishness of self-enthronement. When will we arise to the clamour of being contributors to the world’s economy rather than being dependent for crumbs and chains in the name of aids. Africa the world is waiting for you. We must say no to the Bongos who desire to keep us in perpetual captivity as well as the crumbs from the outside that will ensure we remain beggarly. We must rise up and fight for our nations. They are not the exclusive preserve of some despotic dictators camouflaging as elected leaders. They are our collective commonwealth which we must strive to build not just for ourselves but even more for those who will come and read us long after we are gone. Africa my Africa. Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannah. Africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river. We long for your lost glory. Be challenged and arise. Africa, this is Africa!