Africa lost at least 3 million of her sons and daughters to slavery. Some African countries don’t even have a population of 3 million people today. This would have been at a time where the population of the world was not even half of the population today. Imagine, whole tribes sold into slavery, whole regions. Imagine empty houses, son-less inconsolable weeping mothers.
Imagine the shock of grandparents who lost their grandchildren and their children in a day! Imagine the pain of betrayal, imagine the loss of leaders, chiefs or kings lost to the ocean, stripped of their royal garments and chained worse than criminals. Imagine the sadness of creation, the devastation of the land as their sons and daughters left it screaming never to return.
No more rituals. No more family. No more languages. No more songs. And those left behind too, left unable to continue life as it once was. Africa sapped of her strength and beauty because of the cruelty of godless men who made themselves god over others.
Imagine the wounds or the mistrust of those who lost their friends, mothers, uncles, children to the ocean? Such violence to the soul of a continent? And then on the back of that coloniasm happens to those left behind. Another kind of oppression.
And the people weep in many tongues “senzeni na?”
There is no love for her children but to see her children, her diamonds and precious stones as commodities. She is raped. She is called despicable names until she loathes herself, even her skin and hair.
Colonialism ends and the sword rules. Blood spills on the African soil. Brother against brother. She despises herself even more. She longs to be anything but herself. She bleeds. The rapists are her brothers too. She bleeds.
Where is her deliver? When does she shake off her shackles and reach out across the ocean to heal the children she long lost? When does she stand tall and wear her royal robes? When does she sing a new song? When does she lead like the Queen of Sheba once did?
When does she silence the accuser by her virtuous actions? When does she castrate the rapist? When does she break the sword and exchange it for a shovel? Imagine her head lifted up and crowned. Imagine her healed and healing even those who once broke her? Imagine all that was taken from her twice restored! Imagine her children restored to her? Will it not be said of her “the Lord has done great things for her?”
Who will prophecy and say?
When the LORD restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dream.
2 Our mouths were filled with laughter then, and our tongues with shouts of joy. Then they said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.”
3 The LORD has done great things for us; and we are glad.
4 Restore our fortunes, LORD, like watercourses in the Negev.
5 Those who sow in tears will reap with shouts of joy.
6 Though one goes along weeping, carrying the bag of seed, he will surely come back with shouts of joy, carrying his sheaves.