"Colour is a tool for beautification; not a platform for discrimination"_ David O. Olusanya.
By the interplay of cause and effect, I am proud to be an African; not
by immigration, but by naturalization. I am a seed of the Black race by
birth; and humorously, my color literary, does not betray that fact.
I am an untainted Negro-gene and I hold my citizenship-confidence in
very high esteem of my "rocking race". To crown my gorgeous Black-right
garment, I am a Nigerian- "the giant of Africa", in all its positive
denotative meanings. So you can call me " a Black race activist" and by
holding any preliminary prompter of such at bay, I will gladly embrace
such a name tag.
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I'm a fruit of my ancestral planting,
I'm the chorus of the sparrows' chanting.
I'm the beauty of this bold, black race-
A continent of colors, a garden of grace.***
Over the years, I have developed a peculiar passion for the black
race. And the welfare, and well being of the Black person globally, have
been a lump on my heart, and therefore defiled my youthful cravings for
convenience and general pleasures. It has however, crawled upon my
consciousness, through committed observations of the Black race, that
the Black person globally seem to crowd the space of poverty-
economically, socially, physically, mentally and the pile sings for the
sky. The Black race and the Black grace have been trampled upon and made
to floor the pathway to stardom for unworthy champions. This
self-discovered fact has however, prompted and instigated questions of
self-criticism and contended with my claim of the African Love:
*** Is Africa a reference Domi- Nation or a "learn from this"
Damnation?
Reverse is the case in the 21st century to what we used to be in the
early centuries of creation; taking Egypt and Ethiopia as a reference
point for the first African rulership. Historical facts have explicitly
uncovered that the pioneers of the earliest civilization, were " Black
head people"; that is, Africans. So, without mixing words, Africa was
the frontier of our contemporary civilization. Time and space will not
permit me to go into full chronological historic details.
Another question that bother me bereft bliss, is the question of
whether Africans will thrive up as a self-civilized people, or go into
extinction as a barbaric-civilized pupil?
Like I earlier said, I don't mind to be tagged as "a Black race
activist". It is an honor to be rumored as such. But that will not
defect or decamp me from my party of the African posterity.
*** Why is the richest continent on planet earth, inhabited by the
poorest citizenry?
This question is the kernel of my discovered purpose, the passion of my
potency, the drive of my dream, the reason for my abandoned repose, the
interlock of my sought after immortality.
However, " there cannot be a change until we know those conformations
that are determining our value systems, thoughts and the way we view
ourselves"_ Mathew Ashimolowo.
This is a call for all, a duty to be desired, together to build a one
African dream. And I present myself and my team as a tool for
reformation; to restore the lost African Glory.
Glory to Africa!!