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THE CHOICE WE MADE
We stood at a crossroads
With a choice that could define us
To rise and prosper together
Or to pursue wealth in isolation.
We were handed guns
But also tools— hoes and ploughs
Intelligence, skills, and sustenance
Rum, gum, and nicotine.
Yet, we abandoned the plough for idle lands
Traded intelligence for transient pleasures
Found profit in selling our strongest
And embraced the folly of shortsighted gains.
Now, our fertile soils weep for the plough
Our mines cry out for careful hands, not machines
Our brilliant minds hunger for true nourishment
Yet all we grasp is the meager bread of the day.
RICH AFRICA, POOR AFRICANS
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Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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