I just met my sweet friend Birame outside on a bench. I asked him if he had class to go to and he informed me that the professors were on strike, again, for the 4th day in a row. We chuckled a little bit...TIA, after all. But then Birame said, ¨Dear God, why have you forgotten Africa?¨
The world is okay.
Why does my voice have so little hope?
And someone stood up, to combat this easy forfeit with the battle cry that we are all to worship in every breath we take, every movement of a hand, every word and heartbeat, and that there are many, many types of worship, and that work is worship.
I tried to tell him that the problems that exist here exist throughout the world, even in America.
Oh Mama Africa, the fact of the matter is, the West is better off than us. Almost everyone has a car...or at least a sink. If we could forfeit sleep, we should, because we need to work hard to get out of poverty. Success is our only option. Failure’s not.
I wish you all the best in your last month there.
I love you so much.
It just looks like the whole world to me.
You have everything you need to face the next challenge. I am so proud of you.