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Published on: Apr 2, 2007
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Type: Poetry

4 centuries ago you were pure as a virgin
Your environs, flora & fauna natural as ever
Your descendant’s culture held them firm
Your descendant’s education was unique
Their religions were normal
The law they abided to
The Zulu in the south were brave and strong
To the west the Hausa thrived
To the east the Masai were indomitable
The Beduins to the north persevered to the difficult desert life
Yet someone somewhere reckoned you were uncivilized.

4 centuries ago your descendants gave hospitality to a stranger
A book on one hand and a gun on the other he enslaved your sons
Inflicted an inferiority complex on them
Forced his god upon your descendants
Grabbed your lands and forced your sons to abide by his laws
The Zulus did not understand and resiliently fought but lost
The Hausa persisted but gave in
The Maji maji rebellion, the Masai and the Beduins were stumbling blocks to the stranger’s success but
they couldn’t
All this they did in the name of civilization.

4 centuries later the colonial days are gone, Africa is "civilized"
Your environs, flora & fauna tampered with and polluted
Your people’s culture and religion have perished for the worse
Your lands have been fragmented
Your sons are ever at-fighting not for their interest but for those of the "super powers"
Wooden jungles are almost entirely gone
Up have come concrete jungles
In Lagos, Harare, and Nairobi to name but a few
Untold misery is the order of the day in these jungles
Violence, Poverty, Exploitation, Oppression, Segregation
You name it and it's there
All of the helm a few bourgeois, reckon it is civilization
"And civilization it is".

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