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Sister Charity  I've waited many months now She hasn't called, never greeted  That unusual, that strange  She's no more, she's gone I thought it's never happening  Seems real; death feels strange  Just this little wonder in a while  Just that lonely stay in the grave Out there; in the rain, sun, lonely  No companions, no company  What if there's a fight? No helper?  Far from her strength, her belief  Being in majority with her creator  Adopted by a warrior who saves Peaceful rest at last in paradise  These comfort and bestow peace Loving mother  Ezigbo Nnem  The jewel of our hearts  Envisage you bestride paradise  Your belief, your reality, the truth  In the arms of your maker Rest forever peacefully ORIGINAL

There is no tragedy more painful than a people who have forgotten the hands that lifted them when the whole world turned its back. The ugly resurgence of xenophobic protests against fellow Africans in South Africa is not merely a political mistake; it is a profound moral betrayal of history. It desecrates the memory of those who bled, died, sacrificed, and stood in unwavering solidarity with South Africa during the long night of apartheid. The greatest irony of our time is this: the sons and daughters of those who were once hunted because they were Black are now hunting fellow Africans because they are foreigners. History has an unforgiving memory. When apartheid reduced Black South Africans to strangers in their own land, Africa did not ask whether they were Zulu, Xhosa, Sotho, Tswana, or Venda. Africa saw only brothers and sisters in chains. Nigeria nationalized British Petroleum and Barclays in protest against Britain's support for apartheid. General Murtala Ramat Mohammed decla...