Where else,
except Africa?

From the marvelous architecture of the gigantic pyramids in Egypt, the home of the Pharaohs in north Africa, to one of the seven wonders of the world, the Victoria Falls in the Zambezi Valley, Southern Africa, where else is the environment mind blowing at every glance?

I haven't been anywhere near snow myself but twelve hours of sunshine, or playing soccer in the rainy streets with my friends gives me the pride. Just a perfect setting indeed!

So, where else in the world would you expect the greatest breakthrough in medicine or a most peaceful people? If it was a hundred-metre race, I would say our starting line is several metres ahead of everyone else, and obviously, losing is a choice in such a case. We ought to have the next best innovators, establish our own advanced Silicon Valley, or have our own independent currency. However, all this sounds fictitious and stupid if you and I choose to believe so. It is only a question of choice.

No one else except you and I can rewrite the African story. The world should look nowhere else but to Africa. But again, it is only a question of self esteem, belief and boldness as a people.

Moving forward in time, in the year 2065, I have a vivid image of where we are headed as a home. You are probably thinking of European-made flying electric cars, floating houses and automated robotic service personnel characterizing the Asian and American lifestyles; with Africa following behind as usual, benefiting from 'first world developments'. Wrong. Very very wrong. Not that I despise the prowess of the first world countries and their awesomeness, no, but I believe in Africa more than everywhere and anyone else. I hope you do too.

I believe if you and I make a choice today, the future is going to be a colorful one for us. I see 'The Awakening'. The rise of Africa. I see a shining beacon atop the whole world. A place of hope, harmony, unity, freedom, equality and prosperity. I see a home.

Where else except Africa?

I remember a popular story about a statesman who wanted to be really patriotic and visionary. He wanted to change the world. He wanted to leave his footprints on the face of the planet Earth. He really tried his best, but he couldn't. He opted to change only his country, he still couldn't. He tried to change his community, then his family but all was in vain. Only when he was on his deathbed did he realize he had got it all wrong. Maybe if he had changed himself first, his family would be motivated, and so would the community and maybe his country and the world at large.

Like any gigantic structure under construction, our foundations should be picture-perfect so as to guarantee a structure's durability and endurance, even in the harshest of weathers. Each one of us is the foundation Africa lies on. Are you a guaranteed stronghold in case our continent endures stress in 'hail storms' or you are the reason our walls are cracking and our roofs are collapsing on us?

Unlike those films that we usually watch, in which when an alarm is sounded and people gather and magically agree to work towards the betterment of their community or country, this African story requires a different approach. We can only be the Africa that we want to be if we individually take control of our lives first, have self mastery and only then can we easily work collectively towards the same goal of birthing a jewel.

No trance is necessary for me to choose to be the bridge to prosperity. I can choose, at any time and place, to be who I want to be and what I want my future to be like. I hope you are not the type that needs a twelve hour emotional speech to want to be the vanguard of change. Pause, think deeply, see the nation that you want, see the community you fancy having. It's only easy to walk in the wilderness and still come out safely at the end of the tunnel when you know and envision where you are headed.

My mind is always challenged when I see a fellow teenager, for instance, on television, basking in the glory of their success, in sport or whichever field. Sometimes I even question why the Air Bus A380 was made if I can't be its passenger one day. Or why some people prefer to sit by street corners, abusing drugs all day long. The difference in all of us is how far we see into the future, how much we want to become. Our limits differ.

I had a friend in high school, Wilson. We had the same physics classes every time but he ended up inventing a remote controlled garbage-picking toy truck as a way to merge entertainment and environmental awareness in little children. He ended up flying to Abu Dhabi in Dubai before we knew it. Up to now, when I look at his prototype, I never see any applied principle I learnt with him in class. I don't really know how he did it. But we learnt the same content every day. I only understood that our limits were different. While the majority of the Physics class was cramming to get through to college, he had a different perception, the ideal one, after all. He pushed his limits. He challenged himself.

Every high school student does not always have to invent something, no. Everyone has their own different preferences in life. But, whatever our preferences may be, let us push our limits. See beyond the obvious. Nothing is impossible for a willing mind after all.

It is natural to judge our potential by taking a glimpse of our background. And that is a natural recipe for disaster too. The good thing is that this attitude can be ignored, if we choose to. Having siblings who haven't made it in life or in school does not define you if you set your mind to be the white sheep. We have always read stories in the newspapers, different personalities rising above circumstances, from zero to hero. Newspaper articles are written by humans just like you and me and nothing is terrestrial about the successful people we always see making the headlines. It could be you. It could be anyone. We just have to dare to defy our personal, background and community norms if need be.

I remember in History classes, we learnt that at some time girls were not allowed to get to pick their own marriage partners, and then they were not allowed in schools and then workplaces, politics, you name it. Take your time, put the book down and think of a trade that has not been 'feminized' yet. Even if the numbers do not match sometimes, I surely praise these guys for stomping their place in the community circles. Someone even ended up convinced and even quote, 'What man can do, women can do better'. Applause!

Defiance is necessary if you really want to see yourself breaking your own records. It is not easy, but worth a try. Succumbing to the pessimistic winds that roam around the dungeons in our minds will grow nothing in us but one thing, age. Sometimes we have to face our fears if we want to be who we want to be. Man up and stand up for yourself. Cultures, religion, background and circumstances can be our limitation, but sitting around and allowing fear to make us its puppets will change nothing.

Forget fear, brace for impact and dare to defy.

From the fictitious harmonious country of Wakanda, through the shining talents of the African Mohammed Salah, Idris Elba and the award winning Davido, to the great cultural and historical milestones we have accomplished, one can only smile when they know and understand how great it is to be proudly African. Such a blessing!

There really is a magical aura of pride, intelligence and happiness upon the African continent, naturally. One can only marvel, to see what Africa has accomplished and is still going through, with such positive energy and optimism for a better tomorrow. It is no secret that we have been dragging behind of late, and yet here we still are, fighting hard to win the race, ahead of everyone else. So much motivation and hope. Such a magical people.

One wonders why Africa is so blessed without limit unlike anywhere else in this world. The unity in diversity, the mineral wealth, the beautiful weather and its people. You name it. There is nothing in this world that the continent of Africa has, or can fail to make or produce. Agree to disagree.

It is only a matter of time and choice before our African magic takes over the whole wide world. As the saying goes; there really is power in numbers. Africa is such a huge home for dozens of diversified people and culture and yet peace, love and respect reigns amongst us. In worst case scenarios, the continent should have been in constant destructive wars with each other, and still we chose the right way to maximize the power within us as one front. Watch out world, Africa is coming your way.

I am truly not going to be surprised when the African flag is hoisted higher above the whole world. The magic is already among us. The same magic was within our ancestors. Let us use this magic to build a very good legacy and rewrite the African story.

Viva Africa.

For the sake of our elderly, to slay is our generation's way of being flamboyant, having it all figured out.

This call to take charge of our continent at large will never make sense if we continue to sit around behind television sets, smartphones or computer screens all day long, keeping up with other people's lives yet we do not even have a life as a people. This is not about our parents or grandparents anymore, they have done their part. It's almost over.

Everything is going to be in our hands soon, and it is going to be disastrous if all we care about is the number of views our latest status update has, compared to the next person. Who is going to represent the needy in the Parliament if it is in session and everyone is busy on their smartphones, typing and taking selfies? Who is going to cater and take care of our parents if we still find it backward to respect them? Who is going to pass on our culture if we count it a blessing to keep away from our hometowns in the rural? Who is going to teach our children manners if we do not even know what and what not to cover with our clothes? Who is going to steer our continent to prosperity when we always bribe the security guard to skip the queue or get away with unlawful conduct?

We should never expect change of results when we always repeat the same mistakes. We will never cease to be the corrupt, selfish and underdeveloped lot if we do nothing about it. And we don't have to be advanced in age to start to think about the future of our nations. Now is the best time.

My headmaster would always urge us to behave like lawyers if we wanted to be one. Think like an engineer if you want to be one. Dress like a pastor if you want to be one. And hence, let's work like bees if we want to see the change in our African story. We have to see the future before we even get there. That way, our input will never waiver because we understand where we are headed. We are the song that will be sung for the countless generations to come. Let's behave like we ought to. Let us start to be the change that we should.

Most of our great grandparents slept with eyes open, for many years, standing up to rifles with only but spears and bow and arrows in wars that they knew they would not live to see their end. They fought for you and me. They were so selfless and loving.

The gospel ought to keep spreading like wild fire. Our love should be unquestionable and unconditional. It should not be limited to humans only. We even can and should love our communities, our flora and fauna, our history, our identity. You name it. All that, is what makes us as Africans. We have to hold on to our founding principles without breaking any. This can only be done by true patriots, people who love their Africa without reason.

The young generation has grown to a culture of questioning every belief, responsibility and action. Curiosity is a good habit, if well termed. However, our communities were established on cultural foundations for example, that ought to be uplifted and appreciated because they built us to who we are today. Same applies, the same way our founding fathers lived and fought for prosperity, with unlimited allegiance and nationalism is the same way we ought to take as we sacrifice our time and loyal service to rewriting our African story, unconditionally.

Dear Africans, I hope that from this moment onwards, gone are the days when all we cared about was ourselves. We have an obligation to work on our home, build its name and legacy and serve it always and forever. This is only achievable when we choose and vow to be true patriots of our countries and Africa at large. Then only, can we tirelessly toil with an infinite positive energy, because we would be having a strong source of determination and sense of obligation and purpose within us.

Patriotic love is the only source of energy that is never exhausted. It is the same source of energy that will get Africa beyond unimaginable horizons.

My home needs me more than ever and what do I do? I do not care more than ever. At such a critical time as this, when Africa needs all hands on deck, I choose to be selfish. Woe to me!

Unity has been always the gospel of peace and prosperity and yet I always choose to 'fend for my family'. The Africa we all want lies in a far away land, whose doors can only be opened by a united force but I still cannot will to sacrifice my everything for the greater glory of my home. I seem to understand and answer to every call to rally behind as one Africa, yet my nod is only fake. Woe to me!

I am not proud of my wealthy identity, nor do I stand up for my culture and my beliefs. I am not a patriot. I am ashamed of my past, my background and my skin color. I have told myself to accept that I am an inferior citizen of the global village and I am comfortable with it. I have associated my African identity with poverty, failure and backwardness. I have chosen hopelessness over faith in my home. Woe to me!

I am corrupt, I tolerate corruption and I am derailing my community intentionally. I am selfish, not selfless and as long as everything works in my favor I do not care about the next person. I have ran out of love and I can not even love my own kind. Good or bad, I can do anything that can get my belly full. I am not really concerned about the next generation or the consequences of my action. I was born alone after all. I do not care about what others think or feel. Woe to me!

Laziness is normalcy and I am okay with it. I am okay with watching cool movies all day but I cannot stand tilling the soil. It is a dirty job after all, right? Social media is the new modernity and I cannot spend half a day without checking out what others are posting online. As long as I have my smartphone, I am content. Hard labour is a thing of the past, and I believe the future is online, not in agriculture. Woe to me!

I am ignorant of the limitless potential within my home and I. I have failed to rekindle the flame of hope, power and total independence my ancestors handed to me. I have failed to power up my home. Woe to me!