The only thing that rushes my nausea quicker than the sight of my exes is an African/Black in the Diaspora, unconcerned with Africa.
Granted, it is not I, young fresh child Olivia, who will solve the decade-long-African-trillion-debt crisis but I could at least Whatsapp encourage a brother in Sahel. Send a care package to a sister in DRC. Collect books ship to South Sudan, restore sense of normalcy among kids. Donate $10/Month & pool funds with fellow diasporans on Kwanda. Something, damn! Y’all so crafty when it comes to trapping Ninjas but can’t think of ONE way to empower the continent that birthed your fathers? FOH.
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