‘There are some stories
That NO LONGER shock me
I no longer buy them
Stories like they bought us as slaves Because if there weren’t willing sellers
There won’t be willing buyers…
Africans practised slave trade
Long before the Oyibos arrived
Some families sold
Their daughters to feed
Some exchanged their sons
For financial gain
Some shared with their wives
With men stronger than them
For security and stability
Some sold their voice
To the powerful
To live
If we weren’t use to
Buying and selling each other
It wouldn’t have been easy
For the Oyibos to penetrate
And take the market
To an international level
One person can’t sell
A bunch of people and
Getaway with it without
The community fighting
Against it as one voice…
And not wine or STOP it
The business started
From the GRASSROOT
Slave trade is still ongoing
Some have baptized it favour
To tread their child for a meal
And sponsorship
Child trafficking is still on-going
And so is adult trafficking
The desire for a greener pasture
Makes people do all sorts
Some have sold their birth-rights
Some have sold their voice and
Have become voiceless
In order to survive
For those stronger than them
Are capable of sending
Them to join their ancestors
As you question what’s
Happening around you
Think DEEPER.
There’s more to what we’re taught
There’s more to what we’re told
There’s more to what we see
There’s more to what we hear
There’s more to what we feel
By gathering it all
And process in honesty
You’ll see lies and TRUTH
Separating giving
You a clear opportunity
TO CHOOSE
Where to BELONG…..
If you choose to become a victim
You’ll sing along with your co-victims
If you choose to become a VICTOR
You’ll sing along with your fellow VICTORS
If you choose to become your own person
You’ll first stand alone before
Your kind will spot you
And join you or you join them
We’re all unique
Some sing along
An already written song
While some write a new some
And some EDIT an already existing song.
Written by : Toniaamaka Chrisokere
