She was old...alone...abandoned.....As she sat there she watched as her children died, and their cousins cared not at all...She watched as her beloved seed grew sick....But their relatives would not answer their hearkening call....As she sat there, she cried endlessly and hopelessly....She cried tears for the million generations prior to Now and the million genereations to come....She cried tears for her offspring as well as herself, for if but ONE gave up on themself, she knew that a tear was still shed for that One....She cried because her own siblings were too busy bickering over toys to realize that she was hurting....She cried for they have grown so old, but have yet to PUT away their childish things....

As the raindrops of hurt fell from her grief-clouded eyes....She began to find solace in the few children that turned to see Mother's pain...She felt a little better as they tended her wounds and fought to break their breatheren's chains....But that was not enough as she was so quickly reminded of the imprisonment of her manchild and the countless widowed daughter...and how her siblings treat them so terribly, as cows driven to slaughter....it was only then, once again, taht she waxed greatly sorrowful as she witnessed her jewels buglarized, her body vandalized, and her children traumatized....

It is now at this moment that one can, would, AND should ask the identity to this Woman of which I have spoken...But in doing so, one must also pay her homage and appreciation as your token....Her name is Afrika if u must ask, and please don't u forget it...She is the Mother of YOUR forefathers no matter how much THEY haven't said it....Realize that there is no apology, there is no clean slate there IS no "It will Pass"....From this day forward, I dare you to dare others plus yourself....To help Mother's children get "Free At Last...."

Christopher / Entries / Feedback / Afrikan State of Mind.... (10.27.02)