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What if they know

WHAT IF THEY KNOW

What if they know that it is the precious blood of 50m Africans who endured the horrors of slavery that built the economies of today’s Europe and the Americas, would they change their attitude towards immigrants.

What if the know that it is the productivity of highly skilled young men and women from developing countries that supports their aging population, would they change their attitude towards immigrants.

What if they know that it is the purchasing power of the poor and the rich from developing countries that make their industries thrive, would they change their attitude towards immigrants.

What if they know that their great grand fathers and mothers were immigrants to the lands they now call their own, would they change their attitude towards immigrants.

What if our own leaders know all these, would they continue to loot our continent and hide our assets over there.

What if our own people know all these, would they continue to spend our meagre foreign exchange on holidays and medical tourism over there.

What if our own people know all these, will they acknowledge that we are at the backyard of civilization.

What if they so acknowledge, will they become sober and build a continent that befits us.

I wish they know. But they don’t. Yet they say they do.

But I know and I carry the burden in my failing heart.

And I know one day, the roof may come down on all of us.

And we shall all perish together.

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