It’s one thing to be Black and proud.
It’s another, to be an African,
or with African roots, and proud.
How can it be, that children of the same parents don’t regard one another as siblings, as brothers and sisters?
“Faces”: Abstract African Art by Nigerian Artist, Ezekiel Udubrae.
Romanticized Queen Africa Has the Strength of a Thousand Men. She Has Large, Perky Breasts and Big, Round Buttocks:
Many of the Black people of America are so proud of their “Ancient-Egypt roots”. Their ancestors spoke Yoruba, and Igbo, and Twi, and Hausa, and Tiv, and Qanawuri, and Etuno, before heavy chains were tied around their hands and feet. The sad truth is these ancestors were not all titled king and queens, but Móremí’s sons and Idia’s daughters would prefer to claim that they were directly breastfed by Nefertiti.
An Egyptian lady told me she’s from the Middle East, not from Africa. You’d expect that if anyone was to be proud of Africa, it’d be her.
The Chained were set ‘free’ [whether or not they are truly free]. The Free wear the chains now.