The African Dream

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.

The unlearning process

My child, I speak these words to you not by a wisdom I have always known but of one, which I am still learning. May your path be different from my own, I pray this.

This costume of blackness, of browness, of color, should not define you.

 

Unlearn the lessons of your forefathers.

Yes, remember the lessons of the Kings, the Woodsons, and the Mandela’s but unlearn them.

Let each day be an opportunity to let the sun paint you a new history.

 

The blood and the pain of your ancestors is neither your present nor your future. Unlearn it.

Those battles have been fought and I urge you, my beautiful child of color to find your own battle.

 

And your battle may be the most difficult one yet.

To learn to love the very essence of our pain. The very essence that is ours, the essence that is blackness.

 

Yes, dear child, your battle is not an easy one but I urge you to pick up your weapons of self-love, self-appreciation, respect and dignity.

The process of unlearning will be painful but it must begin now.

 

It must begin with you.