Dear Africa,
I am one of your daughters;
One among a million others,
Who lives in Nigeria.
You had good excuses before,
When you were questioned about your backwardness.
You said that Whitey controlled your progress.
But your plausible pleas are no more:
Whitey left you to your devices long ago,
Even if after milking you of your resources.
But you must now find the elusive causes
Of your seemingly backward status quo.
In a world fast developing in technology, science,
What with heart transplant and nuclear armament,
It is sad that your people still lament
The dearth of malaria drugs and unending ethnic violence.
Still, there is hope, really.
Your sun is behind a most bleak cloud.
Yet it will shine again; your promised land will be found.
But it would take the strength and faith of yours, like yours truly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this too has always been what I believe in.
Yes, hold on to hope and Africa will get there one day. Thank you for your comment.