As I step to the water’s edge, I gaze longingly in the direction of what I believe to be Mother Africa,

And I start to dream of basking in the African sun and the ocean breezes blowing along the Motherland’s coastline, I wonder what would my life be like if I had been allowed to grow in the rich soil of my ancestry?

Would I now be royalty?

Or, own land rich with oil reserves or diamonds?

Would I and my compatriots have stopped the colonization of our Great Continent?

Making our land preeminent.

Putting Africa on the come up maybe hundreds of years ago!

I guess I will never know. 

Because my resilient ancestors were uprooted from our land, shipped and dropped off not far from the very spot I now stand. 

Uprooted and planted in a new land, with soil so rich but owned by people who insisted on stunting our development.

Here I stand possibly as a shell of who I could have come to be, or maybe I am far better than what I would have been had I been allowed to just exist in the rich soil of my own homeland.

I guess I will never know.

I will be left to wonder forevermore what could have been so. 

But what I do know is I now find myself at a crossroad so implausible.

I may be forced to abandon the only land I know. Uprooted once again. 

Yet different from my forefathers and foremothers but just as scary.

America, my adopted land, the only land I know facing the fall of democracy, quickly goose-stepping toward autocracy.

While I still believe in the Constitution, the new American leadership convinced the laws governing this land are a mere fallacy.

And, to think my very own compatriots may have voted for this new harsh reality.

Harming me and themselves.

I must decide whether to stay or leave.

Praying God will save me, my friends, my family and all my sane countrymen and countrywomen, while punishing the rest.

Ensuring the bad seeds are punished is the only way racism and the fear of losing the supreme majority can be rooted out of the land, or so it seems.

The country must implode upon itself leaving some to start a fresh, more civil and benign regime.