Is this the Africa the dreamers dreamt of?

Is this the Ghana the likes of Kwame Nkrumah, J.B Dankwa, Ako-Adjei, Obetsebi Lamptey, William Ofori-Attah , Edward-Akuffo Addo, the Big Six, dreamt of?

The Ghana whose middle name might as well be Corruption?

Whose leaders weave tales of their visions on the loom of the people’s sufferings and later do a quick turnabout with excuses and an extensive apportioning of blame leaving the people to wallow and die in poverty

Is this the Africa the dreamers dreamt of?

Nelson Mandela’s Africa, Prof. Lade Wosornu’s Africa, Prof. Wole Soyinka’s Africa, Marcus Mosiah Garvey’s Africa, Cetshwayo Kampande’s Africa, Behanzin Hossu Bowelle’s Africa, my Africa, your Africa, our Africa

Dreamt of and fought for and built with sweat, grit, blood, tears, gut and words so powerful they change minds and provoke deep thinking

A continent of peace, independence and prosperity. A strong continent with rippling muscles gained from toiling on the land. A proud africa with skin as black as ebony, hair so thick and kinky. Waist tinkling with beads, playing songs of old, long forgotten and with feet firmly rooted to the ground.

An Africa deeply attuned to the earth and which dances to the beats of Mother earth.

The Africa blessed with lands so rich with gold and oil and as fertile as a woman in her prime.

A continent blessed with forests so thick and lush like a maiden’s bossom and with rivers and lakes so chock-full of life, flowing at a languid pace.
A beautiful continent reduced to a Weak
Poor
Selfish
Corrupt
Starved
War-loving place

Mother Africa lays by the roadside like a hobo, homeless, watching her children hurt each other, killing each other and gorging themselves on the blood of their brothers and sisters

With tears streaming down her face, and an outstretched hand towards her inattentive, selfish, greedy children, who still loves, she begs them to turn from their evil ways but they ignored her, still ignores her

So there she lays, slowly dying with strangers mocking her, watching to see how her own children will destroy her and themselves.

Is this the Africa the teachers, their students, the builders, the mothers, the fathers, the writers, the leaders and the warriors of old, fought for?

Is it?

Is this the Africa the dreamers dreamt of?

Is this the home we want for our children?

Eliana