This is the tragedy, that Africans have been so traumatized that we no longer see how we shackle ourselves, how we willingly clamber into the holds of seagoing vessels and chain our necks to their keels. We call it progress but it has broken us. Because we cannot respect who we were, we've become ashamed of who we are and thus, unwilling or too broken to dream.

I hope someday, we will find people who are willing and have the ability and support to do the work necessary to make us find pride again. One day, I hope we as Africans would find a way to deal with history, to rewrite our future and maybe, each person would look another and see family not competition, see community not opportunity, see love not hate.