Having thought of what we lost to our erstwhile colonial masters, coupled with the inhumane treatment and dehumanizing comments lashed out on our forebearers, we naturally turned off our sense of learning, achieving, becoming and creating. We lost our self esteem; and eventhough we were alive in appearance, we were dead in the metaphysical. How rash!
Look at how many awards our African singers sweep at the International level, our movies are breaking and creating new records, our sportsmen have made the marathon their personal gift as they sweep the gold medal in every international event, our artistry have been eye opening as we have mastered our art and we’re taking it to the world. All of a sudden, the world has stopped and is talking about that underfed baby (Africa) who is growing into a matured and independent adult who is not scared to take on the world.
Before now, our colour has been insignificant and our knowledge tepid. But we have risen strongly from the dunghill of anomaly into the great clouds of enviable success that limelight can’t withstand. We have redefined entertainment and we’re on course to taking it to an entirely different level.
At long last, we have something priceless we’re giving to the world, “Perfection”.