AFFLUENT LIVES IN POVERTY!

Never would I delude my readers on the printed pages, affluent does lives in poverty, in the land of mindless leaders of stoning hearts.

The cries of hunger triggered restless minds, potentials of surplusage at every corners of my kingdom, but the king on throne is clueless and brainwashed, he was born without heart, hence my people languish in pains of hunger.

From pole to pole the green herbs dance by the river side, from tree to tree the choicest fruits dangle on the branches to the rhythm of the breeze, yet the followers of blinded leadership cannot see the need to harness wealth from their wastages.

Oh how vast land lies fallow in the belly of Sahara, and the full potentials of great waters were made redundant. I thought rich soil and great waters are catalysts for prosperity, I am not sure that assertion works in my land, for our princes are deficient in mental capacity.

Nile, Niger, Volta, Limpopo, Orange, Congo, Zambezi and host of countless rivers across the shores, in their bellies lies unfathomable measures of wealths, but Africa will not cease to beg for arms, because the treasures of her leaders lay outside her shores.

A land of irony is the nickname of my home, where in gold coast the son of the soil begs to have a worthless coin of bronze, while gold is given for free to the sons of other land. That is a land of irony.

A land where black gold flows as great waters, yet the inhabitants of the land purchase domestic gas in hard earned foreign currency, because the carnivore on the throne said so. That is a land of irony.

A land blessed with diamonds, iron ore, uranium, tin and manganese, yet will she not stop to beg her less privileged counterparts for an ornamental crumbs for survival, that’s a land of irony.

A land that lacks market strategies for her great Pyramids, vast game reserves, great waterfalls, beauty of Kilimanjaro, comeliness of the Atlas, sensations of Karoo beds, sky rapping timbers of the Congos and the measureless generosity of the Atlantic; all because of her docile leaders that derive pleasures in investing billions of foreign currency in the deserts of Dubai, at the detriment of Homeland. That’s a land of irony.

A land that daily meets with the gracious benevolence of the sun, but still sleeps in darkness. That’s the land of irony.

A land that is prodigally decorated with the best riches of nature, but still wears sackcloths on the world’s street. That’s the land of irony.

Why should I delude my readers, when I mirrored that affluent who lives in poverty. Africa is rich but lives in penury, Africa is wealthy, but never a reflection of her wealth on her street.

Question no revolution on her corridors, raise no eyebrows when her callous leaders are dethroned, the time for her to stand tall is here, we can no longer serve as slaves in our own land.

Opportunity must not be denied in the land of opportunities. Rise and wise up Africa, bad leadership must be dethroned.