[tabby title="Poem"] When I rule Africa,there will be no idle hands.Sacrifice will be a covenant,discipline its currency. We will mine with our own hands,turn ore to industry at our shores.Lithium, gold, copperthey will feed our factories, not foreign vaults. Agriculture...

[tabby title="Poem"] Mandela, forgive usWhen Robben Island set you free after twenty-seven winters,You stepped into sunlight and showed us the way.You taught us peace when the world expected vengeance,You offered us hope when our hearts were torn. Your vision was...

[tabby title="Poem"] Even a stray dog chooses dignity over slavery,but you, so-called African leaders, have chosen puppetry.The Western world laughs at your blindness,a blindness born of greed and cowardice. If they call you in Russia, you go.If they call you...

[tabby title="Poem"] I speak—not from a podium or palace,But from the soil, soaked in blood and silence.From beneath the green womb of the Congo,Where my bones lie broken—but not my spirit. You—who call yourselves the civilised,The democratic, the free—What freedom...

[tabby title="Poem"] You say you have loved me since the beginning of time, but the book of Genesis makes no mention of your name, where God spoke and the world became.So please, don't say you've loved me since the dawn...