May 26
This piece hit like truth wrapped in fire. These students said out loud what generations have lived in silence—colonial conquest didn’t end, it just changed clothes. When our doctors don’t return home, when our judges still dress like Victorian actors, when parents celebrate their kids forgetting their own tongue… that’s not progress, that’s a wound. Africa’s brilliance is undeniable, yet our self-esteem was the first resource ever looted.
Until the continent sees itself through its own eyes—and values its own authors, minds, and histories—the conquest continues. This poem is a reminder: the liberation of the African mind is the final frontier.
