2015: Africa’s call to her children


This call comes from the bottom of my bosom

From the bottom of ages and eternity

From the bottom of mortified and bloodied centuries

And of all those years of raped sovereignty…

Africa calls you, yes YOU, YOU and YOU again…

ALL OF US

Come, she says

YOU my children, come deliver me,

Do not let me be mistreated again, pillaged, bowed,

Don’t let me be rapped again and subjected to violence

Don’t let me be grinded, bribed

Come to me my beloved children

Those who are close by me

Those who are far away but close to my soul

Those who are lost in the cold meanders of the enemies

Those who are just, those who are traitors, those who are vile

Those who are tired, haggard, bloodless and only want to sleep

Wake up, Wake up

Pick yourselves up

STAND UP my children STAND UP!

Come to the source of my humanity

Come replenish yourselves in my deep roots

Come regenerate yourselves in my ancestral spirituality

Come and sit by the corner of my sacred fire

Come to the shadow of my generous nature,

I am the nourishing Earth and I am abundance

My breast are always young and my milk succulent

My cascades gush refreshing and intoxicating

My precious stones shine from the bottom of all my cavities

All that will finally be for you, because I kept some for you

My wealth is limitless despite the pillages

My wealth is your great strength despite slavery

My wealth is your smile despite all the harsh tests

My wealth is your beautiful soul despite the perdition

You are POWERFUL BEINGS

 At last Cloak in your magnificence

Reclaim your Power

I am waiting for YOU, I am Hoping for US..

STAND UP my children, STAND UP free from all chains

BEGIN THE AFRICAN RENAISSANCE, EACH ONE, EVERYONE, TOGETHER, UBUNTU, UNITED AT LAST!!!

By Hulo Guillabert

Member of the International Provisional Committee (IPC)