Beautiful art is bold; its pushers and planners are unindoctrinated
and unapologetic. In critical and tough issues, they are marinated.
They challenge the reader to broach difficult subjects, to see
before now, to perceive beyond here, past a colonial map or tree.
They push the booklover to rethink the history of relocations,
that we are all human beings, despite our tags and destinations.
They teach us never to hand next generations legacies of division
and discord sown by seeds of colonialism, parochialism and oblivion.
Not to use pirated and prejudiced indices and lenses to determine
who we are, how wide our borders stretch. For dear Africa is mine!
No African son and daughter is a foreigner in Africa. Afrophobia
is a fibber that steals self-love and implants mayhem and phobia.
That wittingly or unwittingly breeds a serious social identity crisis.
For a once brutalized, colonized people, Africa is central and precious.
A holistic and honest view, rooted in Africa as our lens and epicenter,
will see Africans take destiny into their hands. That period, let’s enter!
