Oprah-fication

I must admit that I talk a lot of sh*t about Oprah but her latest venture has not only humbled me but made me do some soul searching about my subsequent place in the universe.
Africa has been a rest haven for dissolution and treachery since the first slave was snatched from its sandy shores. The world has watched as mother Africa has been virtually and literally pillaged to no end; from diamonds to oil to its most important resource: the people and our ancestors. Africa is the bastion of civilization and all men and women that continue to walk the face of the Earth should bow down, respect and pay homage to the “life giver”. AIDS has ravaged this continent in a way that can not be described and I can’t help but think that if Europe was infected with such a catastrophe….well, y’all get what I mean.
Out of all the politicians, moguls, members of the “rich & famous” who have graced the soil of mother Africa for a photo-op and to swat mosquitoes, only Oprah, the little black chile from Koziesko, Mississippi (my mother-in-law grew up in the next cotton patch..Um…I mean city over) has pulled her resources and is putting her money were her mouth is. Oprah’s Academy for Girls which she recently opened and cost $40 Million is a social and cultural triumph and should serve notice to the sons and daughters of Africans in America.
We are the only culture that waits for handouts from the government. The only thing they gave us was welfare which was nothing but a device to murder black families. It is time for us to get our asses of our shoulders, stop all that damn shuckin’ and jivin’ (James Brown is dead), fighting over “corners” that ain’t yours, start treating our women like royalty, ladies start acting like royalty and stop giving honor to sh*t that don’t matter.