Small thinking is the African man disease.
Doing my small thing to survive
As far as it feeds me and my family
As far as I have a nice car
As far as I have a big social title
As far as I have a nice house
That is it. That’s the end of our world
We don’t yearn for innovation and grandeur
We don’t project ourselves beyond and above today and tomorrow
We have no project to conquer the world and spread our civilization
We have no will to power and affluence
All we want is a small shop in the corner or a position in a cubicle
Ending up glamorous beggars in nice suits, spitting clever sentences, quota filling employees and subalterns for everyone else.
Sex is our dominant thinking
Alcohol is the fuel of our drivel
Greed had turned us into monsters for each other
Corruption has made us lazy and content.
How to awaken the African man?
Small thinking is the African man disease
We want everything to be handed to us
We import everything
Including ideas and names
We import food even the ones we could grow
We import clothes though they don’t suit us
We import religions that turn us into slaves for other races
African man do you want freedom? Do you want respect? Or pity?
The destiny of the African man had escaped him long time ago. He depends on other races men for the survival of its children and wives.
African man are you proud?
We have internalized our inferiority complex to the point we are making a business out it, posing at ease as helpless people to be helped or constantly assisted.
Should we all despair? And join the colonial elite?

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