Xenophobia
South Africa, today
you rise against your own blood.
You strike your brother.
You wound your sister.
Not by accident—
but by persuasion.
You have been taught
to fear your reflection.
Do not call it Xenophobia.
Call it what it is—Afrophobia.
For it is the African
who bleeds.
Not all races suffer equally.
Not all are hunted the same.
South Africa, remember—
when your nights were longest,
when apartheid chained your breath,
when pain was your daily bread—
It was Africa
that stood beside you.
Black hands reached for you.
Black voices defended you.
You were not alone then.
Why do you stand alone now?
You have forgotten.
Or worse—
you were made to forget.
Your schools do not teach memory.
They teach obedience.
Your history is buried
in the language of your masters.
And a people without memory
is a people easily divided.
African unity will come.
But it will not come gently.
For unity is power—
and power is feared.
A united Africa
threatens empires.
Europe watches.
America calculates.
They do not fear your poverty.
They fear your potential.
So they prefer you divided.
Fighting shadows.
South Africa—
your enemy is not African.
Your enemy
does not look like you.
Your enemy
owns what you do not control.
Your land.
Your wealth.
Your future.
Africa is not poor.
Africa is managed.
Managed by leaders
without vision.
Governed by men
without courage.
You have enough
to feed every child—
Yet hunger walks freely.
Not by fate—
but by design.
Africa, how long
will you endure this?
How long
will you bleed in silence?
On this Earth,
the Black man is unwanted.
In every land,
he is questioned.
This will not end
with patience.
It ends
with unity.
Your enemy is patient.
Ancient.
Unyielding.
And so you must become
greater than your suffering.
The chains you wear
are not only physical—
they are mental.
Break them.
Even if it takes time.
Because nothing—
not even oppression—
lasts forever.
And to those
who engineer division—
To those who profit
from Africa’s fracture—
Know this:
What you have sown
will return.
Not in equal measure—
but in full.
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