On my way to Atlanta this weekend, I wrote for hours about my African people and how my ancestors struggled, and lost their innocent souls. I'm currently working on this and it should be finished soon. When writing about my thoughts it got really intense, where I couldn't write at all, but I understand the bigger picture of it all. As I was riding, I looked at all the people that we passed, all races going in the same direction. Made me think of how strong a nation could be if they would unite with the same mind to conquer any issue. Unity is the ultimate strength! It seems the smart ones can't figure that out and follow through on the big issues that need it. Maybe they already know and just don't give a darn.
Anyway, my black African sisters and brothers are starving and dying of AIDS everyday, and it’s televised by asking for donations and such. Why would this rich country Mother Africa need help, and why did it all begin? These questions have answers, which isn’t in our children history books. Mother Africa,is a place that I have never been, but it is one place I will visit one day. My home away from home, my people, even when I’m away from my people. What would I be today if thieves wouldn’t have broken in and stole what was rightfully ours (Africans)? Don’t get me wrong I love all people of color, but its something special about your own heritage (community of people).
~Angela
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