African Youth, You Are On Your Own Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

My story is so deep, infants drown in it!

Life is not what you have, it is what you can make out of
what you have, Life is what you live without an eraser,
Life is journey you travel with no return ticket,
No one knows the final destination in this travelling,
Everyone is a wanderer pushed and pulled by wonders of the world,
Our stories are not written on flesh but rather in spirit,
Don't let experience deceive your perspective about your soul's worth and greatness, or set doubt to it, Before the end of your days,

know what! I aspire to inspire youngsters that are yet to shine,
Swiftly like a shooting star, I turn them from naive to icons, not rivals as they make wishes, I look within their inner spark that is yet to be transformed to an explosion as I blow their minds with proverbs ignited by the power of literature, I give each a light to keep, shining to chase darkness that has been haunting them for years,

When I sit back! to watch transformation of toxic urbanisation led by taxes; The so called civilization taking down unity and African spirit, causing the loss of morality, inspiring the growth of modern lifestyle shenanigans that are thought to be symbolic of civilization itself.

I stand tall on top of the highest African mountain that have seen the most, for a better view, for the mountain it's been there f
longer giving Africa its beauty and geometry, at its best and never had it thought of abandoning Africa; and then i asked what happened to the native children?

The mountain replied "Long time ago a white man came from the ocean in his palm there was a bible, a coin and a gun. A bible was used to break unity in Africanism; money was not shared with natives, but it bought their souls, forced the 'innocent ones' to work for whites so as to pay taxes, for living in their own land they inherited from their great-great forebears; and the gun was used to gundown those who didn't comply with the system. When looters were done they promised natives, what 'was' called freedom but the 'innocent ones' forgot to ask who were they, the whites to take ownership of their freedom?
The 'innocent ones' was left with a theory of freedom, a will of democracy as blindfold to inherit and fight over among nations while the white man was taking the African belongings to prepare the future of his descendants. What you see now is a lost African decedents, who denies the African spirit and unity, who can't take care of themselves in the absence of the parasitic immigrants, who can't be themselves because they want to be favoured by looters."

I listened carefully and called upon Qamata to save African children from mental slavery and remind them, to readopt their Africanism.
I said to youngsters "you might not be able erase what has been written in previous chapters but don't let it decide how your story will end",

Remember A 'being' who lives by the rules of a conqueror is a conquest itself, He who is blindfolded by word of mouth is hypnotised,
Globalisation is for compressing, supressing, depressing and oppressing of Africa, Ruling systems serves as a kata of attacking Africanity.

Africans you are a longest living mineral fossil that is strong when consciously united.

African youth you are on your own, Your elders failed their own instincts, their vision for Africa is lost, and their minds are looted, Fight for what's yours, for you and the next generations.

|Mxolisi Njeke|