African Men

Here in Africa, we don’t even know the Heroes, we don’t have ideas of those that has bright future and those that does not. An average African man you see on the streets, looking frustrated and warn out may be the brain behind an international project that others celebrate.
The Foreigners underestimate African men, that was why they have fallen victims of African fraud, Africans can be exploited but they can never be fooled , why the lower ranks of the military obeys the higher Ranks is not because the latter shoots better, it’s to set peace in the system while their dreams to grow become a reality, here in Africa, we have a common believe that the small will later become the Big, Our continent is still developing, while the grasses wither at the sea shore, we must wonder what has gone wrong from the root of the waters, but why the desert grasses seize to flourish, we see no dangers with the action for the harsh sun will ever smite again
I point this out to you; things don’t go the normal way here in Africa. Why will an African man graduate from the university with good grades yet he will not find a place to work, the lions have lost their Den to the monkeys, and antelopes are swimming freely in the waters of the crocodiles.
I know it happens here, things are going wrong amongst ourselves, but we try to fix it. It is with this heavy heart, that an African man leaves, he has a girlfriend who was taken from his hands by the law makers, with a grin, and he knew his purse has gone weird.
It is with this troubled soul, these expectations of mystery, this fear of insecurity that African men leave. They are good yet we have seen that they are not good anymore, there is no opportunity given to the good. They are intelligent yet they are no more intelligent, intelligent ones have been ridiculed and their women taken from them.
Now they have all turned out to be African Men, hunting in their tropical, we must eat, yes we must eat. We must keep our women yes we must keep our women, we must secure our own position in the toughness of this existence, it is with such sensitivity that an African Man leaves.
Now, they start to try out themselves, the farmers will pick their hoe and will never return until the sun fades, the traders will enter the market, with hook or with crook they sell and they trick, computer experts were not rather in the Banks, or the rich telecoms, rather they are in the café, sending mails to the rich and convincing them to be a victim
we the few, that has conditioned our mind to never let go, our empire, our dignity, our ego, our knowledge of the Good and the Bad, at first, it seems we are the African men, retched in the streets yet celebrated, while we strive higher, the greedy politicians became afraid of us, the corrupt emperors will start to consult us, they need our knowledge and lo, they must pay, that was the origin of our survivals
But African men are here, they know about all yet nothing is for them, you come in to exploit them and they trick you. Stop thinking about our retched home, stop watching our uprisings in your televisions, stop sending us soar wines and epidemics, we can work and earn our living, we do not want to imitate the greedy politicians, who instead of constructing the roads, they choose to fly on helicopters . it is because we are Africans, that is why we never learn to vote them out, it is because we are Africans, that is why they use us. Stop using us, I say stop
Girls all over the world want to sleep with an African man, for they know the power of our strength, and the uniqueness of our concepts, they want to use us and dump us, because they know we are Africans that is why they are victims of circumstances. They are victims of their own crime
You can’t use an African man and dump him, you can use him and teach him, you can use him and pay him, if you underestimate us, oh, I pity you.
The strength of an African man is in his concepts, though the hero may tarry, he must be unraveled. Tell them that my Bakery said so.it's me, LionKing George