What is wrong with us? We have completely sold our souls to the west. We still believe in the white master and still strive to please him rather than our own people.

An old man, wearing dirty, torn rags as clothing walking with a stick to aid him walk with his left leg being immensely shorter than his right. Begging for change from people who have or do not.
It starts raining. The man has long passed me. I pray for him. I pray for the presence and future of Africa. That a life like his become history and we will soon be able to show prosperity as the real reflective image of Africa.

It burns my soul, deep down.
Poverty is real and it is even realer in Africa. But what is astonishing is that in Africa it is part of living. Hardship is Africa, poverty is Africa. Africans believe and the rest of the world buy into this image. But this is NOT Africa! Africa is hope, strength and culture.

We will prosper and go forward! We must, that's the only option!