For My Continent, Africa.

For My Continent, Africa.

Come here, my brother.
Come here, my sister.
Before you scroll, before you doubt, before you forget,
embrace this truth with me.

I pledge my youth, my strength, and my consciousness to Africa,
for I know there will never be another land that calls me son the way she does.
There is no borrowed home for a people who abandon their own.

I choose patriotism, not because it is easy,
but because history has punished those who mistook comfort for freedom.
I have studied the ruins of once strong nations,
and I have learned how empires do not destroy with bombs alone,
but with smiles, deals, debts, and division.

I vow to protect Africa not only with my body,
but with my mind, my voice, and my refusal to be used.
I will not become the tool that dismantles the pride of my own continent.
I know the truth now.
They want our resources, not our rise.
Our land, not our dignity.
Our silence, not our salvation.

I pledge to reject manipulation dressed as partnership,
and imperialism disguised as aid.
I will question narratives that make Africa look helpless
while feeding on her strength.

I stand as proof that the youth is no longer asleep.
We have learned.
We remember.
We see the patterns.

Africa is not poor. She is plundered.
Africa is not weak. She is restrained.
And Africa will not fall again through me.

This is my oath.
To build, not betray.
To defend, not destroy.
To rise, not replace my roots.

For if Africa falls, I fall with her.
And if Africa rises,
the world will have to reckon with us.