I think about our history and not our mystery
I worry about our exploitation, not our purported degeneration
I imagine the blankness of our continent scenery
I puzzled over our rules of strenuous institutions
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I have read this poem with deep interest and have been impressed by your firm conviction. Thanks. I warrant a revolution: that is called education Africa was the cradle of human civilizations Oh, Africa! The fire of change burns within us.