Letras
What if we all went back?
Not to the past, not to chains, not to grief—
But back to where the root lives
Back to the soil that remembers our names
Even when we forgot them
What if we stitched ourselves together—
Fifty-four threads, one quilt, no seams showing?
What if borders were not fences but fingerprints
All unique, all ours, all pulsing with the same blood?
What if our money spoke one tongue?
No translation fees
No middlemen telling us the cost of our own worth
What if cobalt, cocoa, diamonds, oil—
All of it—was not just dug up and shipped out
But blessed, processed, multiplied right here
By hands that look like ours
By minds that dream like ours?
Picture it. Flights cheaper than sneakers
Trains moving faster than rumors
A Lagos laugh echoing in Cape Town
A Nairobi idea sparking in Accra
A Dakar dream catching fire in Addis Ababa
And all of us—moving, living, building—
As if the whole continent were one wide-open block party
Where every cousin shows up and no one runs out of food
This is not fantasy
This is inheritance
This is return
This is what happens when we say
No more discounting our value
No more exporting our future for pennies on the dollar
No more silence while others narrate our story
You feel it, don't you?
That drumbeat in your chest—
That's the land calling
That's your grandmother's grandmother humming through your bones
That's tomorrow demanding to be built by you
So the question is not what if
The question is: when will we decide?
When will we look at each other
See each other
Believe in each other enough to say—
Now. Now we rise. Now we return. Now we unify