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Colonise me again, please

The effects of colonisation upon the African continent were immense. On one street, one meets with development and on the other lane, one encounters vices of subjugation. When the colonised narrate the experience, doom and gloom are order of the day. The colonizers cannot stop pointing at the lanterns they lit up during their prime.  

In all the melee, one can miss the obvious cry, please colonise me again.  

When colonisation occurred in similar civilisations, it transferred knowledge and systems, quickly bridging minor gaps that are wont to develop amongst various peoples. Europe, Asia and part of the Americas experienced this and it evened resources and development.  

When it jumped continents and became a scramble; clashing Stone and Industrial Ages, the effects where more than physical. Systems and development while being practised could not be easily assimilated by the colonised. The gene gap was way too wide to be bridged with a few colloquial sentences.  

The true legacy of colonisation was a false sense of achievement and entitlement. Real time accumulated knowledge was not present and continuity without the coloniser was a struggle documented with deficit of independent development and leadership for masses with false entitlement values not matched with work ethic and knowledge base.  

But the comforts of the colonialist are so ingrained we can no longer do without. A car is wanted by all when not even all as a collective can make a single car. Needs where put beyond means. The true legacy of colonisation was laziness.  

So today we cry, please colonise us again. Yet it is now inhuman and cannot be done with the flare of yore. Once in a while we declare dominion and assert false independence but those in the know run back to the coloniser and those who don't know form their council of fools.  

All because of that one legacy, laziness.  

If you do not agree and remain silent I understand. Laziness.

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