“Africa will write its own history and it will be, to the north and the south of the Sahara, a history of glory and dignity.” ~Patrice Lumumba
When I dream of beauty, I dream of nothing less than phenomenal; A woman so beautiful you would never question why diamonds exist.
Her eyes are bright and promising like gold, embedded with vibrant iridescent gems and pearls; She is a woman of grace, intelligence and wonder.
Her mesmerising curves have been known to stop a man’s heart.
Kings and queens have died her freedom and deliverance; Men are drawn to her green lush wavy hair. Her beauty is so potent yet the same men. dared to harm her… This woman got scorned, kicked, bruised, used, abused and re- used; She didn’t deserve any of it; She deserved more than their ***** looks.
The struggles were survived but now she longs for far more than basic survival,
She craves success and respect… She has the potential to break every limit and walk on the sky; She could discover a completely new universe.
All her compelling neighbours believe her to be powerless. They say she is nothing but a carrier of AIDS… they don’t see her beauty. They just call her names and make fun of her!
They labelled her wrong!
The truth is that AIDS is real and alive in the flesh, running through her veins like Trojan Horse and killing her people slowly.
AIDS is real but so is success!
Her story could end differently; She could have a happy ending! This beautiful woman can rise, I’m sure she can, Sure as the sun rises every morning and the stars come out to play every night… This woman will rise; she is like the underdog in every good story… She is a woman so great Cinderella looks like an amateur.
This woman, this land will rise and that is my promise! Our blessed land her beautiful people will rise! Africa will rise and for this epic reason, I will always believe in infinite possibility.