ITS OUR RESURRECTION MOMENT.

ITS OUR RESURRECTION MOMENT.

They built grand museums on our land… and inside them? They whisper the truth. They hide it in dusty corners and behind cold glass
the echoes of our greatness, the stories of kingdoms, of inventors, of warrior queens and philosopher kings. But they will not teach our children this. They will not write it in their books.

Instead, they fill our libraries with whitewashed lies, narratives that silence our truth, distort our image, and chain our minds. We have been forced to read about them, while forgetting ourselves*. Our history is not lost,it has been buried.

From Accra to Lagos, from Addis to Joburg, from Harlem to London, every African, at home or abroad , must feel this fire in their bones.

We were never a people without direction, we were robbed of our compass.
They cracked our shells, and now we crawl like snails without the homes we once carried with pride.

But the time of sleep is over.
The drums are calling.
The ancestors are watching.
And history is demanding a new chapter written by us, for us.

We must return to the source, to the stories, to the rhythms, to the names and to the truth.
Not the one they told us.
But the one we must now reclaim.

Let us build new libraries filled with the bloodline of our truth.
Let our children grow up reading about Nzinga, Imhotep, Shaka, Menelik, Nkrumah, Sankara, and all the ones they erased.
Let every African walk in the light of who they truly are: a child of kings, born of resilience, made for greatness.

To heal our present, we must uncover our past.
To transform Africa, we must first remember Africa.

This is our revolution.
This is our resurrection.
This is our time.