There is no other time than now for Africa to pick itself up, dust and treat the wounds of self inflicted abandonment of oneself, Take a look around its house and begin to to talk to one another about their potentials.
AFSON has risen up in respond to the voice that call from the sky, the forests, the seas and the mountains where mankind began.
Many may tell you of your beauty and potentials, but will not enhance or shine for you.
Lets take take each other by the hand and wall on – growing tall together like the trees of our forest,
Our mountains bacon on us, out seas rower.
The mother earth, still filled with abundance of milk, where many mouth she has and willing to suckle, beg for poor soared – left over in strange land where mother Africa’s magnanimity sickle in pain and broken heart.