February 10, 2025
My name is Abdulrasheed and I have a concern…..
It’s my diary..
Because I am a Pan-Africanist.
Tonight, the African moon casts its silver glow over the land, illuminating a continent brimming with potential yet still shackled by the weight of history. My heart is heavy, not with despair, but with an unyielding fire—a fire that refuses to be extinguished by centuries of exploitation and subjugation. The winds of change are rising, whispering the truth that we, Africa’s children, have long ignored.
Africa has been the bedrock of global civilization. Our resources—gold, oil, diamonds, and now lithium—have propelled foreign economies into prosperity. Yet, we are told that we do not belong in the very system we built. They lock us out with their “border protection” laws and immigration restrictions, fearing the day we awaken to our true power. But their fear is justified, for that day has come.
For over two centuries, the West has kept Africa in a perpetual state of stagnation, feeding us crumbs from our own harvest while selling us the illusion of aid and military support. They have mastered psychological warfare, making us believe we are weak, incapable, dependent. They have filled our youth with the desperation to “japa”—to flee in search of greener pastures when our own soil is lush with untapped potential. But no longer.
Look at Nigeria. They came to “help” with insurgency, yet they left with sacks of lithium from Borno, unpaid and unaccounted for. A nation that should be rich beyond imagination is instead forced to export crude oil only to buy it back at exorbitant prices. Our leaders, bribed and complicit, continue to sell our birthright, ensuring the cycle of dependence never ends.
But the tide is turning. The Dangote refinery is proof of what happens when Africa stands its ground. They tried to sabotage it, but today, it stands tall, providing employment for thousands of Nigerian youth—jobs that would have otherwise been outsourced to foreign lands. This is the Africa we must build: self-sufficient, unyielding, and unapologetic in its rise.
Burkina Faso, Niger, Mali—they have made bold moves to reclaim their sovereignty. Their defiance is a spark, and soon it will become an inferno. The West fears another Korea, another China, another India—an Africa that dictates its own terms. They whisper among themselves, admitting what we have long suspected: our success is their downfall. But why should our growth be at their mercy?
Africa must break free from this open prison. We must unite—not through violence, but through strategy, diplomacy, and business terms that we define. We will no longer be pawns in their game. We have the resources, the intellect, the manpower. It is time to harness it.
As I close my diary tonight, I vow to be part of this revolution. Not with arms, but with knowledge. Not with anger, but with strategy. I will teach, I will build, I will fight—until Africa rises beyond Western subjugation.
Arise, Africa.
~ Rasheed Akorede Yunus ~
