It is a hot afternoon in this part of the world, and I have just fixed myself a cup of smoothie to cool down a little bit while I think about what to write. Music is the soul of inspiration, at least to me, and this is evident in this piece. 


Someone familiar with Nina Simone would, at first glance, realize the similarity between the topic of this article and the title of one of her most famous songs. 


That is a correct observation. Blackbird just blared out of my stereo speaking directly into my soul, and I could, in a weird way, feel every emotion etched on every word and every line in that absolute masterpiece.


Why you want to fly Blackbird you ain’t ever gonna fly

 No place big enough for holding all the tears you’re gonna cry

 ’cause your mama’s name was lonely and your daddy’s name was pain

 And they call you little sorrow ’cause you’ll never love again

 So why you want to fly Blackbird you ain’t ever gonna fly

 You ain’t got no one to hold you you ain’t got no one to care

 If you’d only understand dear nobody wants you anywhere

 So why you want to fly Blackbird you ain’t ever gonna fly


It got me thinking about the black race and our place in this world. I look at exploitation, corruption, racism, colonialism, oppression, and bullying.


Every black nation on earth and by extension of every black individual through the course of their lives feel the impacts of colonialism and western or Caucasian imperialism.

We see this every day in the condescending behavior white people exhibit towards afro-originated individuals around the world.


The patronizing idea by white feminists that somehow, they are superheroes in the course about the experience of black women.

Or, the Left argument in the political landscape of America that somehow, they are in some way the saviors of the black folks.


I find such neo-colonial mindsets to be insulting and overly patronizing.


How can a black person fly when the agency to make autonomous movements is not primarily in his hands?

For a man to fly, he must be in control of his world and his destiny.


Libya as a country today is a shadow of its formal self, due to Western-imposed intervention on the local political landscape of this society.


In the guise of helping, the neocolonial powers have ensured that Africa and black folks, in general, have continued to be dependent, incompetent, and destabilized, making it easier for us to be controlled.


Robert Mugabe, in the course of his life, openly fought against this Western imperialism and neo-colonial influences that more than not is one of the primary reasons why the black folks are perpetually behind, bullied, discriminated against, oppressed and held back.


He remarked in a 15minutes speech against British imperialism at the United Nations “I appeal to the General Assembly to convey to Britain and especially to Tony Blair that Zimbabwe ceased to be a British colony in 1980 after Prince Charles on behalf of the Royal Kingdom government graciously lowered the British flag. Zimbabwe fought for independence and is ready to defend it”


It is time every black person on the planet reiterated the same sentiment and pushed back against this neocolonial obstacle that has been designed to hold us back perpetually.


Paul Kagame of Rwanda asked this same question to a CNN journalist about the condescending nature of Western imperialism and the self-appointed police role for Africa and the entire black folks around the world.


“Who are you? Who made you judge over Africa? Who gave you the authority to judge our culture, tradition, and norms according to your self-appointed universal moral benchmark that is at best arbitrary?”


Kagame’s question is one every person reading this piece must ask. We must collectively, as a people, push back against these self-appointed authorities that have actively worked to hold us back, to condition us as a people to be perpetually comfortable as followers and not take our agency and be the leaders.


It is time to look this imperial and neocolonial monster in the face and ask, ‘Who are you?’


We either take agency and control of our lives, break free from the shackles of powers that hold us back, or we will never fly.


Why must western culture be a standard for our way of life?

Why must the western system of government be a standard for our system of Governance?

Why must western morality be a benchmark to the determination of ours?

Why must western spirituality establish themselves as superior to Afro-spiritualities?



So, I ask once again; Why do you wanna fly, Blackbird? 


You ain’t ever gonna fly (until you are truly free!)