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Nigeria of My Dreams

The Nigeria of my dreams should be united, sharing and kind. It should also be wealthy enough to give all the homeless adults and children and all the market women good well built shops; which would keep them off the main roads causing traffic.

The reason I would like Nigeria to be united is because the country would be more organised and put together and would also be respected more than most countries in the world. I would also like Nigeria to be sharing so that all the money and goods go round , and everybody gets a share. Nigeria should also be kind and friendly, stand together and be a better country.

The last thing I would like the Nigeria of my dreams to look like is to be free from smelly sewers, dust and garbage on the ground and volunteers to be cleaning every part of Nigeria. Those jobs should be given to the homeless to build their own homes or even rent, and their children should be put in schools so that the future of Nigeria can be better than how it was and how it is now but all the same I still want Nigeria to be a better place for the future.

Henima Williams, 11yrs

Yes! We Fit

The emergence of a black man as the president of America has shown the world, especially the black race what is possible, (if they would work it). In 2008, I read one of Obama’s books, The Audacity of Hope and knew that the man was up to something big! And I wasn’t so surprised when Americans voted him in as their number one man. (This message of hope could also be preached to the black race).

Interestingly, one line became more like a buzz word in Obama’s campaign messages: yes! We can. That is the language and the spirit of true winners, which today has turned all his yesterday’s dreams to become a reality against all odds. When translated in a local parlance, ‘yes! We can’ could mean ‘yes! We fit’. This is an immense lesson that Obama has left for every black-skinned man and woman.

Let’s bring this message home. Our dear continent is almost in a state of hopelessness, and desperately in need of the introduction of this Obamaic spirit and attitude. It’s noteworthy that President Obama is our brother and has shown that it is in our blood (as Africans) to cause positive change whenever we decide to think it and act it. But the problem is that many of us have failed to realize this, and equally have not taken adequate steps to making it happen.

It is ten years into the twenty-first century and it’s the same old story about our Mother land, if not worse. We are still far away from the Millennium Development Goal (MDG), which is just few years away.

Sometimes I will wonder if we must remain like this forever. God forbid! But something decisive must be done to reverse this ugly state of Africa and make this continent a home indeed. And it’s our responsibility; you and I and every African all over the world to realize this objective.

Often times, when I look at this continent, I’d wonder what our problem really is; blessed in every way but we are still far from development and human advancement. I have been privilege to in a couple of African countries, and see that same Africanness in everywhere I go. Ironically, that Africanness (identity) is not what we should be proud of. It’s the same backwardness, the same struggle, the same hunger, the same political instability, the same poor health facility,…and the worse of all, the same mentality! I just feel like correcting this anomaly (that we have come to embrace) by the wave of hands but then again, it’s not so.

There is better life than what we have seen and known, and every African deserves it! Africans still watch how other people live outside this continent. We can live the same, if not better. However, we can only reach this new height when we change the way we think. Africa is more than what the world think we are, and even what we think of ourselves and our race. It’s a sheer self-inflicted wound for us to settle for something less when we can do more. And we can.

I may not be wrong to say that things were relatively better when I was younger (I mean in country Nigeria). The big question now is: where did we get it wrong. What has happened to our Africa? This has become more like a rhetoric question. There are different answers as there are different people’s perspectives to this subject. But it still boils down to not just our bad actions, but largely our inactions influenced by our mental posture; looks more like slave mentality! Africans must make progress within for it to show without. And truly we can; I mean we fit!

The problem of Africa is in our failure to rise up to the occasion, and face our challenges head-on. There’s nothing like African mentality. Somebody tell me, where on earth did that word came from in the first place? Why can’t the so-called Africa mentality be what to celebrate? Be it as it may, it’s not over with our beloved continent.

The truth is that we can write this story and we can; I mean we fit! We fit provide quality education for our children. We fit live in a crime-free society. We fit live in an environment where good health facilities will no longer be a luxury. We fit upgrade our high standard of living. Yes, we fit! Only you and I can make it be. African can have a pride of place in the comity of nations.

But we’ve got to think right and take right responsibility to making them be. It’s not over with our race. Fellow Africans, it’s not over with us. And that change can begin with you and me. Our fathers may have failed us but we should not fail our children. Let’s see that change, let’s embrace it, work it, and then we’d have it. The time to begin is now! It’s in our hands to re-write history. Indeed, Africa can and we will. Later, it would not only be said that we fit, and that we did! God bless our homeland Africa.

Tony Ajah

Oral Tradition!

Unveiling Africa is so excited to announce what is sure to be an amazing event! We have collaborated with the Breath In Poetry Collective to put together a night of awe-inspiring spoken word and music.

Oral Tradition will be a night of story telling and testimony through the use of poetry and music. If you’re a lover of spoken word or music, this is one event you absolutely cannot miss. We’ve got some of Edmonton’s finest talent, including members of the Inaugural Edmonton Poetry Slam Team.

Our main feature all the way from Ottawa, for the first time in Edmonton, The Recipe!

Who is The Recipe?

The Recipe is the super group of spoken word poetry in Canada. On November 14th, 2009 team Ottawa was crowned the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word Champions in Victoria BC. The group’s chemistry and talent was too good to waste so they stayed together to create the entertaining, enlightening entity called The Recipe. Each member is a nationally acclaimed, award-winning artist. Combined they have shared the stage with Amir Sulaiman, Shihan and legendary poet Saul Williams. Members have performed their art across the globe, most recently The Recipe member Ian Keteku, competed in France at the World Poetry Slam and was crowned world champion! This group’s skill knows no bounds, and we are excited to bring them here to Edmonton! Check them out here


Mama Africa

Mama Africa,

Like a son watching his mother struggle through the agony of death,
I stand helplessly with tears in my eyes watching your pain.
Raped naked of all your resources it is not right you are left with nothing but a sour name,
you would think the rivers worth of tears from the oppressed weak and poor,
that it would flood our hearts and minds with remembrance while replenishing your soul,
instead it doesn’t and this thought leaves me about as confused as a child representing a statue of skin and bones
searching for milk in breast that sag from malnourishment.

It is funny to mention that women in North America starvethemselves to represent the shape of an hour glass with more than enough to eat,
meanwhile, mothers in Africa watch hour glasses sadly onlooking their kids wondering when they will be able to eat.
In my minds eye, i see the pain and suffering across these man made borders
at mothers with the dwindling hope of ever receiving the cure for man made troubles that is leaving them without ease.
I stand firm on my beliefs that it should change, while they stand loosly on grounds soaked by flood waters carrying disease.

I love you mama, but my love is but a drop of rain in this land dried by years of hate like drought.
I am sorry my brothers sold themselves to the west and weren’t forcefully taken, i apologize for their greed.
Forgive me for thinking that I am anything different than my brothers and sisters that stayed behind that are in dire need
because, no matter where we are, regardless of what we force ourselves to belive, when one gets shot in Africa we all bleed.

They say, “proof is in the pudding” but they have no pudding to prove it.
I promise to be one of the many to take back supplies for them to live and to got o school with
because, your tribe my tribe, this talk can’t last, ties will be broken and wont be healed by cast.
Regardless of our deception and lies, mama Africa, you stayed humble and welcoming with green pastures and blue skies.

I know I have left for Canada, but Africa is where my soul has stayed, and when I return I will bring back educated
people of all colors and shades, to spread our love quicker than that of aids.
And no man shall stop me, or any of you reading this who are destined to lead this crusade.

Long Live Africa!