Series of an African: The Africa I envisioned
As a child, I was captivated by the tales of legendary African leaders such as Patrice Lumumba and Nnamdi Azikiwe. Their passion for elevating Africa to new heights filled my mind with visions of a continent overflowing with abundance. However, reality has left me disillusioned. In my formative years, my school echoed with songs praising these leaders, and our houses were named after them. I was led to believe that I could traverse Africa as easily as moving from one town to another. The idealistic notions instilled in me by my teachers painted a picture of a utopian homeland. In my fantasies, I wandered through Tanzania, basking in the beauty of Lake Victoria, or scaling the majestic Kilimanjaro. I envisioned myself in South Africa, surrounded by the wonders of nature. Yet, these dreams now seem like mere illusions. I yearned for an Africa without borders, where I could roam freely, but instead, I was shackled by disappointment. The Africa I imagined, a land of boundless opportunities...