United States of Afrika

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I keep twitting about the United states of Africa. A few of my twitter followers laughed at that concept. This is where ignorance kills, it killed and injured many of our own African brothers and sisters. While the idea of a United States of Africa may sound ridiculous and hilarious for those individuals who do not understand where it comes from. Africa needs to redefine itself and understand the boarders that were put in place by colonialists. Cape to Cairo, Morocco to Madagascar, these are not concepts that just popped up. Dr. Kwame Nkrumah spoke of this vision. Sobukwe and many others in the Pan African Movement tried to forward this Agenda.

We buy 60% of our food from export, we buy the gold, diamonds, oil etc. from American and European Companies, who STOLE those resources from Africa. 70% of the WORLDS resources come from Africa, but we are the poorest continent. The United States of Africa, was not just a dream, it was contingency plan for when all Afrikan states were free.
Where are we know? Divided States of Africa.

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