Once upon a time, in the vast and vibrant continent of Africa, a question echoed through the air, demanding an answer. What is it that worries Africa? This question reverberated relentlessly, yearning for a profound response that would illuminate the path towards a brighter future. For Africa, a land blessed with abundant resources, from the golden rays of the sun to the glistening water bodies and verdant vegetation, a sense of unfulfilled potential lingered in the air.
Alas, these bountiful resources remained largely untapped, hidden from the grasp of those who called this continent their home. Many, unaware of the treasures lying within their own nations, let alone across the vast expanse of Africa, wandered in the darkness of ignorance. But it was not just the untapped resources that cast a shadow upon the land; it was the corruption that seeped through the veins of the educational system, birthing a generation of corrupt leaders from the very foundations of education.
From the earliest stages of learning to the halls of higher education, the system failed, not only as separate nations but as an entire continent. The children of Africa found themselves forced to study subjects disconnected from their own aspirations, shackled to an educational path that did not align with their dreams. In the span of two and a half years, they were bombarded with more than eight subjects, each containing twenty to sixty vast topics. And yet, their destiny hinged upon a mere two to four hours of examination, a woefully inadequate measure of their true potential.
This flawed system judged them wrongly, evaluating a fish’s worth by its ability to climb a tree, dooming them to a life of misplaced self-belief. Countless students across Africa languished in this struggle, their futures dictated by the assurance of passing mathematics and science, determining their level of education and the school they could attend. Sadly, the allure of foreign telenovelas and blockbuster movies often overshadowed the beauty of locally produced films, a reflection of the erosion of cultural appreciation.
But perhaps the greatest tragedy lay in Africa’s inability to produce what it consumed and its reliance on the discarded remnants of the so-called “white men.” Clothes, worn by the people of Africa, carried the stigma of once belonging to hospitals, prisons, and even mortuaries. A cry rose from the depths of despair, warning that unless a shift in attitudes occurred, Africa would become a receptacle for the waste that the Western world so callously discarded. A heavy shame indeed.
In the innocence of youth, one Ghanaian child believed that everything in their beloved Ghana was crafted by Ghanaian hands. Yet, a startling realization shattered this illusion: even toothpicks made from the abundant bamboo trees, which stood prominently across the land, were imported from distant China. It ignited a flame of curiosity, sparking questions within their soul. What was it that God had bestowed upon others that seemed to elude their grasp? They pondered this mystery, recognizing that within every African, lay the extraordinary power of the human brain, yet the enemy of progress was its underutilization.
Too often, when Africa encountered individuals of different complexions, they instinctively raised their gaze, perceiving them as godlike figures. Forgotten were the teachings of the Messiah who graced this Earth over two millennia ago, calling upon humanity to rise above such notions. Africa must shed the shackles of inferiority, for the divine command given to humankind was to “Dominate” and “Subdue.” Merely reveling in festivities, dancing, and polygamy, or raising a clamor, would not suffice. The leaders of Mama Africa needed to rise, shifting their focus from personal gain to the collective interests of the nations they served.
Likewise, the citizens of Mama Africa must awaken, embracing the notion that monumental achievements are not born in a day. Just as it took six days to create the world, the realization of their goals would require unwavering effort. Africa had fallen, but there existed a burning desire to rise once more, picking up where the good work had been left behind. And so, the battle cry echoed through the lands, echoing in unison: Africa will rise again!
In the tapestry of African history, this chapter would be known as “Africa’s Wake-Up Call: Unleashing the Untapped Potential.” It would be a tale of resilience, tenacity, and a rekindled spirit. A testament to the artistic expression of hope, it would inspire generations to come, for Africa’s destiny was not one of stagnation but of triumphant resurgence.
Long live
Mama Africa.
Africa will rise again.