The Journey
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An African i am proud of who i am, proud of being black, proud of emerging from what is dubbed over eons that it is a dark continent. In as much as my continent has been painted with such a disgusting paint. A paint that is difficult to scrub off. I have learnt to use this stain to express who i am, what i am and why i am African. Opening a door of self discovery , self pride and self understanding . It is like embarking on a journey beyond the wall. A door where i have opened and better yet i am to understand what am i in this world. A door that i know some of my principles i will have to forsake and others i have to absorb. In as much as i have taken up this journey with my backpack. I do understand and know that i am an emissary, an ambassador, a missionary an explorer upon a journey of rewriting the falsehoods that have been painted upon my people and me.
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