Your children are the refugees in the World searching for a prosperity that never ends, by hopping to become what the Western World calls civilized.
Woyzeck is the one who stays in Africa, an ordinary farmer from Ethiopia; a Nomad from Mauritania; A Maasai from Tanzania. Forced by globalization they are turned into donkey workers, for the country that they live in; their honest work for the government sake.
The governments are blinded by all the glitter and gold from Major Countries.
Only because who has the gold ain’t no more making the rules; but it is the Major companies that have managed to acquire the gold that count.
Blood diamond, blood oil, blood phones, blood chocolate. Blood everywhere for our consumer society.
Oh and we feel so sorry about it that we think we think we are saving the children? Aid Africa, Together 4 Africa, End Poverty in Africa charities. Will they really help? No they will not.
Charity is like, cutting the legs of a people and giving them wheelchairs.
Stop it please because it makes no sense at all. Our continent is a victim of the world community and our people endure the sorrow and have been mute for long time.
How we can heal the world when the entire system is based on oppression?
We need to heal the world; and make it a better place for you and me and the entire human race.
Without my voice, Africa, my beloved Africa you lost your face in the fire. But never mind, at least you did not lose your eyes. Your beautiful eyes that see that contentment is happiness; contentment is above wealth and that happiness consists in contentment.
Let us show the world your voice does matter; that your uniqueness is blessing but not a curse.
Dare to dream Africa.”