The following thoughts haunted me:
What if our Ancestors abandoned we?
The world gave up on her; this isn’t a mystery.
We are the Children of a Woman called “Africa”
She loves the world genuinely.
What if our forefathers acted selfishly?
Humans were sold to slavery,
Actual Human Beings given away freely.
World, have you even processed these atrocities?
Straight ought to be our distorted History!
Always writing like our tomorrow may die anytime soon.
Writing this poem pondering, What if?
And yet this Father of yours gave up on your mother
Hence giving up on their children and grandchildren.
That was the last you will ever read from the forsaken breed; let us be writing.