Angielski
She is ancient. She is rich beyond measure. She has gold in her mountains, oil in her belly, diamonds in her rivers, and enough abundance to feed every child who has ever called her home. And yet her children are starving. And yet her youth are being shot in the streets. And yet her daughters are selling their bodies to survive. And yet her sons are washing up dead on foreign shores trying to reach a life she could have given them right here.
She has one question. She has been asking it for a long time now. And she is not going to stop until someone answers her.
Why are you killing me?
In this fierce and heartbreaking book, Africa speaks in her own voice. She speaks about the politicians who inherited the tools of colonization and turned them on their own people. She speaks about the church leaders who took a simple gospel of love and twisted it into a business of fear and control. She speaks about the blood her children shed against each other while the wealth beneath their feet flows into the pockets of the few. And she speaks about the young people, the ones with the dreams and the placards and the cracked phone screens, the ones who are still, against all evidence, refusing to give up on her.
This is not a comfortable book. It was not written to be comfortable. It was written because some things must be said out loud, in full, without apology, and because a mother in pain has the right to speak.
Africa is still here. She is still waiting. And she is asking you directly.
Will you answer her?
Also by Owino Brian: The Boy and the White Rose
