When America wants to cleanse its sins,
it turns to Africa
the continent it calls disposable.
Criminal migrants for sale,
and you — the so-called leaders —
accept the trade like beggars at a banquet.
Why not Europe?
Why not Asia?
Why only you, Africa?
You wear suits,
but your minds are unclothed.
You bow to dollars
and call it diplomacy.
Ghana, Eswatini, Rwanda, South Sudan
have you no shame left?
You exchange your soil
for silver soaked in mockery.
Your forefathers died for freedom,
you sell it for crumbs.
You mistake bribery for partnership.
You mistake humiliation for aid.
And yet, one man stood.
Burkina Faso’s son,
Ibrahim Traoré
he said, “We are a place of dignity,
not a place of expulsion.”
That voice was thunder in a desert of fools.
The rest remained silent
their silence, a confession.
Africa bleeds not from poverty,
but from poverty of mind.
As long as congenital idiots rule,
progress will wear chains.
And America,
the self-proclaimed savior,
is no longer a light
but a mafia in daylight,
whose end will be written
in the sorrow of nations.
Chanda Katonga is a multidisciplinary thinker and creator, born in Kalulushi, in Zambia’s Copperbelt Province. With a strong academic foundation that includes an MBA, Chanda bridges the worlds of science and literature with equal fluency. He is a dedicated researcher, accomplished writer, actor, and visual artist whose work often explores the profound intersections between spirit, story, and society.
A lifelong student of Gnosticism, Esotericism, and Mysticism, Chanda weaves philosophical insight into his creative expressions, delving into themes of transformation, truth, and the unseen forces that shape human destiny. Beyond the page and the screen, he also holds a black belt in karate—embodying discipline not only in thought but in action.
Whether through his poetry, performances, or scholarly pursuits, Chanda Katonga is a voice for those who search beyond the surface—for meaning, freedom, and light.