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From South and East, and from my West

(The sandy desert holds the North)

We look across a vast continent

And blindly call it ours.

You are not a country, Africa,

You are a concept,

Fashioned in our minds, each to each,

To hide our separate fears,

To dream our separate dreams.

—Abioseh Nicol, ‘The Meaning of Africa’