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THE COMING OF THE EUROPEANS
At the wake of their economic turmoil
Destitute sailors with battered ships
Set sails to seek fields of greener pastures
Aided by Indian Ocean winds, they drifted north
Welcomed with open hands at the Moroccan fort.
Seen as lost souls in need of aid and care
They were embraced, unaware of the deceit they'd bear.
Like salt dissolving into water, they melted in.
Offered status, they began a trade by barter.
But beneath their guise of humble traders lay a scheme
Their kindred followed, with goods as merchants' team.
Initially trading on Gold, diamonds and Ivory
With more fortune, our kin to slavery they bury.
Things began to fall apart, a wave that swept the land
Transforming cultures, as if done by God's hand.
Way of life of peasants from distant shores
Echoes of tongues never heard before.
Crosses rose where once stood ancient shrines
As old beliefs gave way to foreign signs.
Leadership stripped off it's dignity, embracing thoughts of a few.
Africa's destiny began to accrue.
The European arrival is our owes to borrow
Their taking knows no bounds, eating flesh and sucking the marrow.
No replacement offered for what they claim
In their wake, we're left to navigate a maze, a boring game..
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Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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