My Beloved Nubia Poem by Nancy Handabile

MY BELOVED NUBIA

So much is always said about how our continent is poor, squalid, dirty.

Endowed with many resources yet so poor, pathetic, terrible.

Our continent mama Afrika, Nubia, Ethiopia, Kush constantly been harrassed.


Slavery, Colonialism, Racism now AID with conditions.

My Afrika wilt thou ever be free? ? ? POLIO, MEASLES, AIDS will thou ever be unchained.



What are your leaders doing they who pledged to protect you.Who are the financiers of your conflicts

The masterminds of your coups.Your children do not know their glorious history, they know guns.


Afrika the cradle of civilization is now called the dark continent.Your children know not their culture.Calling customs that are millennial old BARBARIC.AFRICA, MY NUBIA, CUT THY OWN CHAINS.



CREATE THY OWN WEALTH PERHAPS THEN YOU WILL BE FREE.

I weep for the Patrice Lumumbas and the Julius Nyereres of old, the Selassies, the the threat of death was never enough to stop them.



But we your children act not on the promise of freedom but the glimmer of wealth.our greed consumes us, eats us up, chokes us in a vicious cycle.


Leaders act not for the nation but their protruding tummies, their vain wives and their relatives.

Governments become family empires and laws are turned into scrap books.What happened to virtue, to brotherhood, to honor, to acting for the entire village and not just your clan.



What happened to you Afrika? What will you do to reverse it?



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