Historians call you the " Black Continent"
Critics call you the " Island of Blacks"
Many others know you as " the land of Slaves"
Like a dry desert drowned by drought
The bleak ray of poverty has shattered
Your hope of survival
War has taken you into captivity
Where you lie in utter ruins
Fear has stolen your hope
Misery has cursed your fate
Oh; Mother Africa Why
Soon the clouds will swell the sun
And the rains fall
Since the desolation desert continues
To vomit oil daily
Since every seed rots before it sprouts
A time is coming
When you shall emerge from the hell of doom
Trample war and poverty underfoot
And a wear the crown of peace and prosperity
Mother Africa, the Emerging Hero

The New African Chapter

The Clandestine Caution

Then the old man tapped my shoulder and said "son, there is no sense and honor in boasting in your ability to insult". Because I was face red with anger, I couldn't understand the old man. But after the incident when my temper was down, then I remembered three of my pastor's favorite quotes
1. An angry man is a careless man even in his choice of words
2. It is better for a man to do foolish things than to say them, because he will always be quoted.
3. Anger is just a letter D away from Danger.
Due to pride (of course which lead to the downfall of Nebuchadnezzar) I didn't want to accept i was wrong for my choice of words. Just then a bus passed with the following words boldly written behind it.
"WHEN SMALL MINDS ARE TROUBLED THEY OVERREACT BY INSULTING" Immediately I was fully ashamed in my head of my earlier action. Then I realized God was speaking to me in a mysterious way.

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