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When I was in high school, I learnt a poem about Africa written by David Diop:

Africa, my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs
Africa of whom my grandmother sings
On the banks of the distant river
I have never known you
But your blood flows in my veins
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your work
The work of your slavery

Many of you may never know Africa but Africa’s blood flows in your veins, because Africa is the birthplace of humanity. Ten million years ago, the ancestors of modern woman and man set out from Africa and spread across the face of the earth. Only a handful of fossilized bones and skull fragments remain to tell the story of how humanity – you and I; all of us – originated from mother Africa.

Today, Africa is a continent of fifty-five independent countries populated by one billion people – but most of them without the opportunities to make a difference in the world. Africa is full of paradoxes, contradictions, and enigmas – out of Africa comes good news and bad news.

Africa is a rich continent – rich in people and cultures; rich in natural and mineral resources. But Africa is a poor continent. Today, three hundred and seventy-nine million Africans will go to bed hungry – without food, without clean water, and without proper shelter.

Africa is full of life, vitality, and vigor. Our ancestral religions celebrate and value life lived in community, with compassion, cooperation, and solidarity. But Africa is a sick continent, plagued by diseases of all kinds. Today alone, three thousand African children will die of malaria ; twenty-two million Africans live with HIV/AIDS; one out of five African children will never celebrate their fifth birthday – he will either die at birth, or she will be cut down by preventable and treatable diseases.

Africa is a continent of great icons in all fields of human endeavor. It is the continent that produced Nelson Mandela, Julius Nyerere, Wangari Maathai, Wole Soyinka, Kofi Annan, Hakeem, “The Dream” Olajuwon, Dikembe Mutombo, Akon, Baaba Maal and Angelique Kidjo…. among others. But Africa is home to many corrupt, ruthless, and greedy dictators posing as leaders, presidents, and heads of state.

Africa is a continent of stunning natural beauty – of mighty rivers, lush green forests, and majestic mountains. But Africa is the land of frightening ecological devastation – virgin forests are being stripped bare in DR Congo, Cameroon, Kenya, and Nigeria; global warming is melting the snow cap of Mount Kilimanjaro; lakes are drying up in Chad, Kenya, and Nigeria; drought and famine threaten the lives of ten million Africans in Somalia, Kenya, Eritrea, and Ethiopia.

Africa is a continent pulsating with religious effervescence and renewal. Our churches are full; our mosques overflow with old and young, women, men and youth. But Africa is full of atrocious religious violence: Muslims turn against Christians; Christians turn against Muslims in endless cycles of brutality that leave thousands of traumatized, wounded, and dead women, men, and children.

In the face of this gritty reality of Africa, David Diop queries in his poem:

Africa, tell me Africa
Is this you, this back that is bent
This back that breaks
Under the weight of humiliation
This back trembling with red scars
And saying yes to the whip under the midday sun

Yes, this is Africa. But I come not to bury Africa. I come as a witness to the gritty reality of Africa, so that you may think it, feel it, and engage it. You have been told that Africa is a “dark barbaric continent” – the continent of Don Cheadle’s “Hotel Rwanda,” Forest Whitaker’s “The Last King of Scotland,” and Michael Douglas’ “The Ghost and the Darkness.”

The images on CNN and Anderson Cooper 360 degrees don’t lie: six hundred thousand children facing death by starvation in Somalia – who cares? Do you? A thousand innocent women, men, and children slaughtered by religious extremists in Nigeria – who cares? Do you? Another two hundred women, men, and children drowned in an overcrowded ferry on the Indian Ocean in Zanzibar – who cares? Do you? Another one hundred slum-dwellers perish when a leaking gas pipe explodes into a fiery ball in Kenya – who cares? Do you? One hundred and forty-three migrants perish on the Mediterranean trying to reach greener pastures in Europe – who cares? Do you?

It is easy to avert your gaze from this grisly, gritty reality. Perhaps, for some of you, Africa is synonymous with catastrophes and calamities – it is a place where life is cheap and life expectancy is the lowest in the world. David Diop's poem continues and paints the image of a new Africa:

But a grave voice answers me
Impetuous child that tree, young and strong
That tree over there
Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers
That is your Africa springing up anew
Springing up patiently, obstinately
Whose fruit bit by bit acquires
The bitter taste of liberty

I believe another Africa is possible. If it were not, we would still be living on a continent where our back is bent by slavery, broken by colonialism, and scarred by apartheid. Another Africa is possible; if it were not, Charles Taylor, Hissene Habre, Hosni Mubarak, Zine El Abidine Ben Ali and a long list of megalomaniacs and kleptocrats would still be presidents and Commanders-in-Chief in many African countries. Another Africa is possible; if it were not, the people of South Sudan would still be living in political captivity. Another Africa is possible; if it were not, we would not have a woman as the President and Commander-in-Chief in Liberia. Another Africa is possible; if it were not, we would not have three African women honored with the Nobel Prize for Peace. Africa is “springing up anew … patiently, obstinately.”

In Africa, we are not poor; we are impoverished by political leaders who place greed and personal interest above the common good and social justice; we are exploited by a global economy that pays peanuts for primary products like cocoa and turns a blind eye on abusive child labor, but sells you Hershey’s Kisses, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Kit Kat at huge profit. (Global Exchange, Green America, International Labor Rights Forum, and Oasis USA. “Still Time to Raise the Bar: The Real Corporate Social Responsibility Report for the Hershey Company.”

In Africa, we are not lazy; we are denied opportunities by governments that underfund education, neglect healthcare, and embezzle money meant for building schools, roads, and hospitals . . . by American, European, and African companies that pay bribes to government officials for lucrative contracts and help them siphon off their stolen wealth to safe havens in America and Europe. In Africa, we are not primitive; we are underdeveloped by governments that do not invest in their youth and by immigration laws in America and Europe designed to attract the brightest and the best Africans in science, technology, engineering, and mathematics (STEM jobs) – highly qualified experts who have been trained with meager resources of African countries where they will never apply their skills.

In Africa, we don‟t want freebies; our economic growth is hindered by western governments who continue to subsidize their farmers to out-price African farmers, and by local and multinational mineral prospectors who pollute our waters, our air, and render our lands unusable (See “Ogoniland oil spills: Shell admits Nigeria liability.”) The forces arrayed against Africa are formidable. But we have no time to waste lamenting. My friends, Africa could use some help – but the right kind of help!

By Agbonkhianmeghe E. Orobator
A Nigerian working in East Africa.