The Black Diaries Of Africa...

The melancholy, anguish of the colonial era and tainting of dark bloatings of pain have never missed Africa's mirrored parchments and reflections of this long endless quest. Many African renaissance aspirants have given up wetting their quilts after many years of struggle. Men and women penned their way to liberty as an aspiration to live post-colonial era full of bliss.

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Hearing echoes of hope and aspiration shattering against the hard walls of life, an after mirth in a struggle for many, is a sign never to see a ray of hope to emancipation amidst rottenness and plague of poverty. Many have not survived maggots of this privation to see the fruits of their sweat after countless wiping of brows. Our young who have attained an awakening have left Africa never to return to the scourge and chastisement of the land.

Symbols of female emancipation from patriarchal norms of our African continent have rose to sink into oblivions and tides of male driven chauvinism and prejudices. Our man being a victim of infectious slavery and colonial ailment has spelt the same
injustice of oppression and inequality to the same child and woman under his house to protect. We have failed to redeem the lost souls of our girls giving rise to feminine libertines fighting for women rights up until today. It is a new era to fight the despotic nature of the society which conquers its own kind.

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It has taken Africa years of war, oppression, famine, sickness to become its own worst enemy in the antiquities and eves of time. Africa has become a monstrous rage that feeds on the blood of its own corroding into the weakest parts of its own still births until it is consumed with corruption. Cry my beloved country... To be continued

19 September 2017 8:21 pm

Story by Zimleague