The Whip, the Pen and the Gun. In Africa each one inherited the other
Eary in the 19th century
a White man settled our vilage
He Colonized our community
He confiscated our lands
He made us his farm slaves
He had a whip to punish us
That was the first curse
Movements then came into being
The white man was fought with
He was forced to leave us alone
But our land was not returned
The government took it by decree
That was the second curse
Civil war erupted in the country
Chaos and strife swept everywhere
Weak communities were trampled on
The government was defeated
The president was chased away
Still our land was not returned
This is the third curse.
I don't know where from
here we should go.
It is a very sad state of affairs, but why keep looking at the past? Instead of wasting time thinking of how it happened or what happened, why don't you make the effort to find a solution. The past is gone look ahead to the future and build on what you have.
May you find peace in your hearts, and joy in what the future brings.
Warm hugs
Elga
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on August 21, 2004
Africa has had it very hard. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us. I will pray for the healing your country needs.
What a travesty Abdi Noor! Your country has no government
I think continued prayer is all that can be done until enough
people are aroused by a good leader who will come along and
help bring justice to your land!I'm still praying for this!
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dear brother, i pray for you, your family, your people, your nation, and your continent daily. i pray your land is returned.
painful, powerful writing. well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
It is a very sad state of affairs, but why keep looking at the past? Instead of wasting time thinking of how it happened or what happened, why don't you make the effort to find a solution. The past is gone look ahead to the future and build on what you have.
May you find peace in your hearts, and joy in what the future brings.
Warm hugs
Elga
I think continued prayer is all that can be done until enough
people are aroused by a good leader who will come along and
help bring justice to your land!I'm still praying for this!