The African Way Rodneyc/25 There is the right way, the wrong way, then the African way. Tenaciously stubborn, refusing to bow, to follow laws and rules put into place to hold you down. Walking your own path, dreaming your own dreams, disrupting the system created to deny your reality. I was, I am, and I will forever be part of the African Way. I look to the east from whence cometh my joy, that fountain of wisdom, knowledge and truth. I taste the fruit of the Marula, Baobab, Ackee and Banana -filled with the sweetness only love can produce. I hear the sounds of drums beating in the night, the horns declaring a new day will come, the melodies of my family intertwine and celebrate new victories, new hopes, and new melodies. Rooted in a past of glory and fame, nurtured from the bosom of joy and pain, wrapped in the clothes of truth and justice – I look back, walk forward and declare the African way.
