ANCESTRAL WHISPERS: THE TRUTH THAT NEVER DIED
Listen, child of the sacred soil, to what the wind carries from the past...
They told you we crawled from darkness,
That our hands clutched only hunger,
That our lands slept in poverty's embrace
Until their ships 'gifted' us light.
But the earth remembers what they burned.
The rivers murmur what they drowned.
The stars still sing our true names.
WE WERE THE WEALTH THEY COVETED
Before their kings could read, we built libraries in the sky -
The Sankore scholars who measured the heavens
While Europe trembled at eclipses.
Before their merchants learned to count, we traded in gold dust -
So much that Mansa Musa's caravan
Made continents kneel to inflation.
They called us 'primitive' as they gasped at Benin's towers,
Marveled at Kongo's cathedrals,
Stole Great Zimbabwe's blueprints
And claimed they 'discovered' civilization.
THE GREAT DECEPTION
Ask yourself:
Why chain a 'poor' man?
Why burn a 'savage's' universities?
Why steal 'nothing' for 600 years?
Their hunger told the truth their lips denied:
Africa was the treasure chest
They mortgaged their souls to own.
The Ashanti gold weights they melted down...
The 10,000 Timbuktu manuscripts they burned...
The bronze faces they ripped from our altars...
These were not the acts of 'civilizers' -
But thieves destroying receipts.
OUR LIVING LEGACY
The Nile still carries the geometry of Kush.
The Swahili coast whispers its Chinese porcelain secrets.
The Dogon elders still chart stars Europe 'discovered' yesterday.
Poverty was the disease they brought -
In ships weighted with our stolen artifacts,
In treaties signed with our blood,
In schoolbooks that taught us to thank them
For stealing our mirrors.
THE AWAKENING
But now...
The bronzes are screaming to come home.
The gold is dreaming of its rightful owners.
The children are reading the scorched pages
That survived the fires.
We stand now where our ancestors prayed we would:
Eyes open.
Hands ready.
Memory unshackled.
The reckoning is not coming -
It has always been here,
Waiting in our DNA,
Our artifacts,
Our unbroken spirit.
They thought they buried us.
They forgot we were seeds.
— The Ancestors, through the sacred baobab's roots