We used to have seers
They’d see wide and far
Mugo saw butterflies
Amah, the ugly ones,
Senghor saw Negritude,
Chinua saw some osus
Nkwazi sees academic toxicity
Lumumba sensed the danger
Nyamnjoh sings grand narrative’s deceit
I see ethical and political prostitutes
Let’s rebel against them at all cost
We’re are our own neo-seers
Those with many certificates,
Where are their theses?
Theses of manumission
We need to see their submissions
Let me tell them.
Folks, what’s your wisdom
If we’re sold as you keep mum?
Look at this paradigm.
We need to do something
To embark on paradigm shift
Based on our own song
The song of our freedom
Source: African Executive as adpted from my new book SoS
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