There are times when one wonders what the future holds for us
Are we just here because we have been sent to make a change?
We move from one continent to another
Seeking greener pastures
We, as Africans, give up our homes and flee to the land of the free
Alas, we may have made some money,
But life is not like roses and honey
The journey may have been fruitful
Acquiring degrees and accolades
But right before our eyes tunes are played
That let us know this is a temporary stay
You can never be free
The drums of home call us back
Tells us we are not wanted because we are black
Come home come home
Coming back will fulfil that dream
You can make that change
With the knowledge
And do something good
That was the reason why you were sent
Not to abandon but to bring back knowledge in abundance
We cannot grow if we are stagnant
Only by journeying and moving,
Can we make that difference.
© Mariska Araba Taylor Darko August 2020
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