That the ghettos
Have scaled eyes
To see the mammoth gap
Between the engaged and disengaged?
What a myth, yet same eyes!
That the North’s
6th Century old citadels
Are rebuilt annually
For having employed
The rife “low cost” materials
What a lie, yet we realise!
That the uplift
Needed by Africa now
Should be in hundreds
But the North’s was in billions?
What a difference, yet same dollar!
That the North’s periphery
Lifted-off without gasoline?
The heartthrob of development
What a slow mind
Oh! African development worker!
Dedication: To all humanity who strive
to see Africa awakened from her
deep slumber of economic backwardness.
Tuesday,29th January 1991.
Chapananga, Chikwawa, Malawi.
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