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MINERALS OF AFRICA: A BLESSING OR A CURSE?
Once upon a time, it was our able-bodied kin
Taken or traded for guns' dark din.
To toil in fields, their labour bound
In homes and plants, their freedom drowned.
Then they realized, beneath our negro soil is grace
Abundant wealth, a bounty to trace.
Our negro lands gleam of riches of course
Yet as this story unfolds, one wonders, a blessing or curse.
As all the conflicts they made stems from them
All our woes are as a result of them.
Ecosystems suffer, livelihoods wane
A double-edged sword, a loss or a gain?
Diamonds glint, Gold sparkles, the ore a beautiful sight
But their sparkle masks a darker plight.
For our blood has stained their brilliant hue
An unbelievable story yet so true.
We can rewrite our narrative, reshape our story
Reclaiming our past glories.
Where gold and diamond, symbols of pride
No longer shackled by others' tide.
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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