Afriphile

Searched the trace of man To quench the thirst of knowledge That has made my mind wander. Africa, the oldest continent became Protege. Yet lacked awareness they know Discoveries, fossils and genealogy first seen there Stuck in Oblivion, Africa called them men with no toes. They made our eyes naked, pupils unclothed. They brought merits and demerits, compensate themselves taking our riches. The riches taken I dare not bother, bother my people thereof, but my eyes on the goodies brought. The three R's give me insight. My people are vindictive yet know not as much as they know. I know as much as you do why I ache for them. I am an Anglophile yet a staunch African.