There comes a time when a people must ask themselves—how long shall we keep praying for what we already have?

God, in His completeness, has already done His part for Africa. He gave us fertile land, rivers that never dry, gold, oil, and gas buried in our soils, and above all, the human spirit—strong, resilient, and creative. That is enough. Yet here we are, decades later, still crying to the heavens for help as if we were given nothing.

This is not faith. This is fear. This is double standards.

Think of it this way: A father pays school fees for his son, buys him books, and gives him food to eat. But instead of studying, the son keeps asking the father to come sit in class and take the exam for him. What kind of son is that? That is Africa today—given everything, yet refusing to take responsibility.

We, Africans, must return to our own spirits, our roots, and our ancestors. These spirits are not weak—they have always guided us. Before the coming of foreign gods, we knew how to fight for our land, how to organize our communities, how to speak to nature and understand its rhythms. Our spirits gave us freedom, our spirits gave us order, our spirits gave us identity.

But freedom is never given. It is taken. And it demands a price.

If we fear blood, then we fear freedom. Every true independence in history was born through sacrifice. The chains of colonialism did not fall because people prayed in silence—they fell because men and women stood up, fought, and paid the price. Yet today, we sit comfortably, begging for freedom on our knees, when freedom has always demanded we stand on our feet.

We must stop outsourcing our destiny to foreign gods, foreign systems, and foreign powers. They will not save us. They were not designed to save us. Only we can save ourselves.

Africa is not dying—it is sleeping. And sleep has never solved any problem. It is time to wake up. Time to rise. Time to fight—not only with weapons, but with courage, with unity, and with the spirit of our ancestors standing behind us.

The African spirit is our true salvation. Not another prayer. Not another promise.

The blood of our forefathers calls out. The spirits of our land are restless. The future of Africa is waiting.

The only question is: Will we answer?