My Father
“You’re the leader of tomorrow,” he showers.
With zeal I await tomorrow…
Like African colonies did for our independence,
we shall repaint the faint images of heroism and
mold a strong victory and liberty fences.
What an elder can see while sitting, a young lad wouldn’t be able to catch a glimpse even if he climbs a tree.
Age tells the old to rest because the mind is shedding itself…
In a continent of Gerontocracy,
Where we dwell on what worked for the ancient,
We fail to ponder on what will work in the future…
A generation of misunderstood youths
who dared not even dream,
it is therefore little wonder
how far beneath
had we been relegated…
The solution to Africa’s problem, according to Barrack Obama, lies in looking within and not fruitlessly searching outside.