Mamma Africa

Africa: The birthplace of mankind; a land filled with rich soil, our homeland is blessed with minerals, resources and endless breath taking scenic beauty.
Although all of this ethnicity comes at a price...
Living in Africa has its bad days; heartbreaking poverty, ruthless crime and bitter racism. We have a history of battle and as any other land on the planet, bloodshed.

Africa is the shadow of the world, we soak up the worlds idea of the perfect 'image' and try to reinvent it. Our creativity thrives from the rustic environment we live in, our uniqueness grown from the cold shoulder the world has shown us.
Where does this leave us? A confused era.
People are closed mined, cultures mixed and ages confused. We are the land of the lost... We are the orphans of the world. I do not belong to any country in Europe, even though my blood dates back to that, even if I were to travel, would they accept me? Would that be home?

No - Africa is MY home.
We are cluttered with political out cries, and no action. People choose to live up to the image portrayed in the media, they hide behind their 6foot concrete walls, ignore the issues of our land, they fill their empty souls with material objects and fill their heartless minds with their own greed. They choose to ignore the controversies we face, they choose to life a life of self worth and self destruction!
What about the poor health care, the AIDS pandemic, the Rhino slaughtering, the murders and raping of infants!? When is enough enough? When you say it is enough.

My heart breaks for you, oh Africa! She is in dire need of saving. Her future lies in our hands, if we don't change now, she can not change. If we do not
action our beliefs into tomorrow our hope for our rustic and raw land weighs low. She might loose everything.
We will loose everything.

If I ever had to leave home, would my heavy heart travel with me? Would I ever leave my compassion behind? How would I ever get over the heartache of Mamma Africa - my home?

 

Here is a quote from a speech our President Thabo Mbeki made a few years ago, enjoy! :)

I am an African.
I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.
My body has frozen in our frosts and in our latter day snows. It has thawed in the warmth of our sunshine and melted in the heat of the midday sun. The crack and the rumble of the summer thunders, lashed by startling lightning, have been a cause both of trembling and of hope.
The fragrances of nature have been as pleasant to us as the sight of the wild blooms of the citizens of the veld.
The dramatic shapes of the Drakensberg, the soil-coloured waters of the Lekoa, iGqili noThukela, and the sands of the Kgalagadi, have all been panels of the set on the natural stage on which we act out the foolish deeds of the theatre of our day.
At times, and in fear, I have wondered whether I should concede equal citizenship of our country to the leopard and the lion, the elephant and the springbok, the hyena, the black mamba and the pestilential mosquito.
A human presence among all these, a feature on the face of our native land thus defined, I know that none dare challenge me when I say - I am an African!