O, Africa, See The Pains Of Your Children

In a video circulating online, on social media platforms, a bus is carrying butchered African migrants lying in a pool of blood.

There's a background commentary that explains these migrants were entering Greece, and the anti-migrant Greek citizens accosted them and massacred them this way as a deterrent to those nuisance of a people from Africa who leave their country to seek for greener pastures in Europe.

This eyesore video comes on the heels of another one we saw on BBC with Spanish forces physically beating migrants entering Ceuta from Morocco, a territory of the Spanish.

So, where is it that the children of Africa went wrong? Is it our doing that our governments past and present are failing us at home, and our desperation compels us to embark on perilous journey abroad?

Are we to blame when our forebears flung open our doors for the invasion and scrambling for our betters even by these brutal countries cited above?

History has it that, all the world's greats, from Socrates to Archimedes, they embarked on pilgrimage to Africa for their studies.

The Christian Bible describes how the Messiah, Jesus Christ, was received in Egypt as an infant in a self-imposed exile by his parents, fleeing from the bloody intents of the Israel's King Herod.

And in the same African pyramids, and by those who built them, Greek leaders have sought means to feed their people, and in return minted coins with the effigies of the pharaohs embossed on it.

Such was Africa's greatness, before.

We were generous and hospital, albeit gullible, hence our misery today. We're a stink in all noses.

Today, Africa is dead of its ancient power. Our wealth is gradually channelled through the drains to irrigate former arid lands that are now greener and heavenly. There our hopeless teeming youths unllike first forced into a boat sailing them into slavery, but happily resort to as a dreamland.

The generation that succeeded the freedom fighters have now mortgaged our inheritance and freedom.

We're now comparable to the prisoner who saw no hope outside the fenced compound after fighting and gaining his freedom from years of incarceration. He'll suddenly go back on his knees and beg to be allowed to crawl back into the detention room since there he'll have what to feed and what to drink.

Youth of Africa, this is the time we should get angry. Things are not working well. If this status quo is given another few years to manage our affairs, nothing of nature's free gifts will we enjoy in our sovereign Blackland.

Now, our sources of drinking water is customised by corporate Africa, otherwise the puppeteer big brother, illegal mining activities have destroyed our water bodies, and they're not wholesome anymore.

The very air we breath in is polluted through greenhouse gas emission by corporate Africa, otherwise corporate world. And to add salt to injury, genetically modified crops are gradually stealing us the ownership we didn't share with anyone the seeds we planted on our fields.

As the wise Addaney Frank (Buju) of Goka put it in his lamentations: _"at home the wicked stepmother fans ashes on us from her hearth, we ran outside for peace, there we're chased with embers"._

Africa, hear the lamentations of your children. Let home be accommodating to us, so we'll see no reason to embark on these suicide journeys, and be falling into the hands of evil men.

God save and bless Africa!

This story was sponsored by: Mr. Addaney Frank (Bujuking) from Goka who buries her centenarian grandmother this weekend (29-30th May 2021) at Asuokor. We all mourn with Mr. Bujuking.

*Written by: Charles Yeboah (Sir Lord)*

New Africa Movement

*Voice Of The Lord Ministries*

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