No disrespect to the planners, but I don’t have time to talk about a dream 40 years away.
I’m talking about an Africa now.
An Africa where the diaspora comes home not in 2063.
An Africa where our youth rise not in 2063.
An Africa where children eat, work, earn, and live now.
How old will I be in 2063? Will I even be alive?
By the time Africa 2063 gets here, how many more of our people will die crossing deserts and drowning in oceans?
How many more will sit jobless with degrees in hand, talents wasted, identities erased?
We are done waiting.
Burkina Faso, in just two years, is unrecognizable. Not perfect, but radical.
When we own the moment, when we defy colonial grip, when we reclaim our dignity, change comes swiftly.
I’ve had white institutions ask to ride my influence to reach the diaspora.
No. This is not for sale.
Africa is not for sale.
We want an Africa where:
• Our children can dream and do.
• Our youth can build, not beg.
• Our lands are ours uncompromised.
• Our leaders serve, not sell.
• Our Africanity transcends borders, languages, and chains.
If you are an African, at home or in the diaspora, hear me:
You were not born for 2063.
You were born for now.
And Africa needs you now.
So, to those who scroll my posts and leave condescending nonsense beware.
We are reclaiming the woods.
We are taking back the rivers.
We are reviving the soul of a people too long divided, diluted, distracted.
This is not a wait-and-see revolution.
This is a NOW movement.
If you believe Africa deserves better don’t just clap. Rise. Speak. Build. Come home. Own.
Africa doesn’t need your applause. It needs your action.
