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I took a walk in the darkland where the inhabitants were feeding on their own sweat.Their heads were facing the ground while their mouths chanting to some tune that seemed to be addressed to the ground and they were hoping the ground would listen to them.Their faces were shouting to the world on their suffering as the future seemed to be behind them with their past ahead of them.The past haunted them day and night.Years before,promises were made but now untrue allegations and eruptions of unrest were the order of the day.Everyday when it’s sunny,they remember the promise of the rain but when it rains,dust rises up making their future seem invisible and they end up regretting of a rainy day and start hoping for a sunny tomorrow.
The fruit of faith or the gift of grace,they only knew that stars shine brighter when the sky is more darker.Their darkness was a blessing in disguise.
Thats the short story titled the darkland which I wrote talking about the continent Africa.The inhabitants are the people living in Africa or rather the Africans.The story tends to express or explain the problems and sufferings Africans go through.Depending on your understanding,you can get your version out of it.
The promises are the promises which the African leaders tend to give to the voters before elections.”they are promised rain when it’s sunny”.This is to show that the leaders promise things that they don’t see in Africa such as Education systems that don’t ensure that jobs after going through University.They keep on promising about the water systems and even better employment opportunities but till to date,they remain promises.
The untrue allegations and erruptions of unrest are the conflicts and fights that result when Political leaders try to divide the Africans against each other on bases of tribes.
The Africans keep on thinking that all will soon be well and that the Whites may come and rescue them from their bondage but that has not been the case because the same whites are the ones busy making themselves rich from our resources when we are busy fighting ourselves.They are gaining from us when we are in shambles then why should they help us to be stable? That’s a no and it will never happen.
So,a word to my fellow Africans is that,we should wake up the deep slumber we are in.We should start sobering up and stop dividing ourselves as other people are benefiting from our division.Let’s put an end to this.