When they painted the African narrative
They did not anticipate growth.
Or perhaps they prayed against it?
The beauty of the African dream,
the black dream in the white mind
is that it never comes true.
It must remain blurry and murky before it can be realized.
For it is upon the pot-bellied rulers that they discuss
“the New Africa”
the “Rebirth”.
The beauty of the African dream-
must be found in the impoverished infant
suckling a dried and withered breast
of a smiling corpse
The beauty of the African dream
is the illiterate woman,
toiling the fields,
for crops that will never yield.
Of the dirty children playing under the
Amarula tree.
The beauty of the African dream
is found in the colonized ideology fed to the locals
in the disguise of the Saints and Mother Mary.
That is the only narrative the white mind
can swallow with his morning tea.
