the tragic rape of a continent

Yeah, I am not disputing that she is a beautiful worm, An epitome of beauty in a robe of corruption. She has a wrapper of dishonesty. Her head-gear is that of bribery. Perfect under wears of immorality. A pairof shoes depicting violence, her golden wrist watch reflects poverty. She has a bag of deceit. She is acenting so unreliable and dangerous, i guess she used a body spray of rancor and acrimony. What a perfect being.
These were the thoughts that made my heart a battle field as l reflected on my dear nation, but my pen was just too stubborn as it took out my thoughts because it cannot shield itself from justice.
It is a known adage that "if death does not come through an internal source never will it come from an external source”. I will like to chase the hyena into the thick forest before bouncing back on my erring cock that was sold out. Hundreds of years ago, thousands of months ago, i learnt that our fore-father never set their eyes on a ship yet, they transverse in their own little ways. Our mothers never heard the sound of an airplane yet they never clamour to fly in the sky because they were satisfied with their God-given environment and never saw a reason to compete with the birds in the air. Our great brothers traveled from one village to another and never wished for a car. The beauty of our sisters reflected the undefiled African beauty in their native attires and they never clamored for any clothes that will reveal what ought to be their private part while the law of morality forbad them to put on any attire that will expose their cleavages, Young men never saw a reason to lay ambush for ladies in a bid to take their pride by force.
Unfortunately one night our fathers all went to bed. The songs of the birds tilled the air, the moon and the stars illuminated the night and frogs croaked in unity. The children were in a deep sleep after the usual moonlight folktalcs. Crickets gave their usual rounds. Big trees shook their leaves to greet the cool passing breeze while the small trees bend to pay homage to the sea breeze... Then silence complemented the night.
Our fathers never knew that night was a “Send-oil" party of our God given nature and tradition until the terrific noise of the airplane told them it was time to wake up. They saw the large object moving on the sea. The large object was tilled with white men. The white man took over our land and made as slaves. They took our goods and called us fools. The big trees were severed and thus, nature began to fade away. Our mountains and rocks were broken into pieces and we felt unsecured. They took our father’s mum-purpose attire and gave them a war uniform. They confused our young men thata gun is not meant for hunting alone but the wrath of the bullet could be involved on our offending brothers. They encouraged the negative minded leaders among our fathers to embrace looting as they could always save all ill gotten treasures in foreign lands.
Nude pictures were seen on papers all over the land and the young men became sex hungry while the ladies continue to mourn the premature and unjustified death of their virginity. The jar of palmwine was taken from using exchange for foreign gin only for our decent fathers to turn their gentle wives to punch bags alter a cup which got their thoughts wild. They sent morality to the grave and gave our young ladies clothes that were in no way better than walking nude. Our sisters looked into their mirror and hoped for a fair skin like them, thus buried the African pride and dignity to lay their back free a tube of skin lightening cream.
Even when they came to our kingdom, they had their bibles and we, our lands. When they taught us how to pray, they encouraged us to close our eyes and we foolisly obeyed them. When we opened our eyes, we had the bible and they our lands. They told us to limit our call on God and rather resort to wars in certain situation. Our words for discussion became swords for destructions.
Years after, we started growing in greed while we excelled greatly in theft. We top the world chart in corruption. We took over the internet and defrauded them heavily. Their guns we took along as we beat their security intelligence. They introduced us to hard drugs and when we hit their country with the drug bags, they panicked in fear of loaming danger. We forgot the settler’s doorsteps and took to violence in addressing issues. We became a global threat as they never sleep with both eyes closed in fear of exhibition of the animalistic idiosyncrasy they have infused into us. They were able to restrict our actions but our thoughts they failed to get back to normal hence we go haywire.
They raped our continent, defiled our culture took over our pride and now, they turn back to put the blame on us restricting us in their countries with the credence that we are an impending doom.
Now my dear readers, who is to be blamed, a teacher who taught the student that the addition of three and three is six, or the student who proceeded to study hard. and improvised on the foundation of his knowledge, to discover that three and three can make a perfect nine by a simple act of multiplication.

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