Dear future daughter,
Your existence will neither be easy nor transitional
because of where you were born
On a community soil dampened with ancestral woes
far humungous baggages will be place on your delicate shoulders
luggages you can’t escape, linked by earth and blood
seen and unseen forces will work against you
men will dismiss you because of the colour of your skin
You will have to work for everything you believe in
where it takes men 10x to succeed, it will take you 50
in the world of humans, you are at the bottom of the pedigree
you will be downtrodden and dragged like a Mathyr
But GET UP! You are not a victim.
You must find yourself
you must wipe ur face bare
wash your hands clean
dare to walk the path only few footprints are imprinted
Once you were slaves, betrayed by your own kin
dear African child, you will walk a lonely part
your family is not you friend
your friends are not your family
and your country will hate you
Slavery was not forced on us,
we enabled it.
The truth hurts. and it only runs deeper.
power is the game the nations of the world play
scramble for Africa, haven’t you heard?
Darkness rules the hearts of men, both home and far
in chains they led them off the port in Calabar
They were branded like a feeble mammal
people became the ritzy currency of humanity.
But Get up! You are not a victim
not then and you are not now
The world wanted to do away with you but here you are
fighting tooth and nail till your last drop of blood feeds the earth.
Your greatest gift was never brute strenght, dearest
it is your mind they want, your willpower they crave
if slavery didn’t destroy you then nothing physical will
your precious african mind, stronger than the diamonds exploited in Congo
Now the rules have Changed, the game is different
the system, even at home is meant to suppress your willpower
your voice shall not echo through four walls with iron bars
you can sense them purging out willpower into the abyss of non-existional stillness
But Get up! you are not a victim
let my voice resonante in your head, for as long as you live
the moment you even consider victimization, is the day you lose
Ancestors, slave traders, governments alike will mock you dearly
If you are still breathing, understand you have won
don’t turn your head or reminisce on black history
understand that from now on, you create your own history
understand than when the world will end
you will be the last man standing…alive.