My Love Letter To Africa

My love letter to Africa: my contemplation soaring on its own, trying to grasp a serene sense of hope without forcefully accusing. Abrupt winds about the sad realities I have witnessed, still witnessing pain as I grow as a human being seeking balance between hope and dreams, love and despair, capturing tears in my children’s eyes often questioning me with their sense of innocence about Africa. My love letter to Africa — not sophistry, not words to ignore the good deeds being carried out by great people in the continent, too many good people have opened minds in the continent and those of us who are willing to do the same in the continent still working hard, singing softly as we can, seeking the noblest possible way to bring forth new ideas