Tell me not tales but truths about those dark skinned, natty haired, broke-backed folks
Tell me not tales but the truth, over bonfires fed by the lies of their oppressors, kindled by wayward brethren who scathe our father’s heritage
Tell me the truths of their strengths as an empowering allegory
Let our children hear the truths of their ancestors being kept down a grade for centuries, packed into projects, subjected to disenfranchisement. Yet, and do tell them, they humbled not gave up; they advocated for the freedom with a rhetorical argument though they were confronted barbarically.
Teach our children that the liberties they bear, were bought with the blood of our ancestors who gnashed their teeth so they would have this better tomorrow
Empower our children, so that our father’s story will not perpetuate itself in the midst of the twenty-first century.
Let us breed a brood of success stories, and no longer statistics
And then our stories shall be told over bonfires fed with pride, as the children of Africa begin to arise from the ash of mental oppression.
