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A PEOPLE CALLED AFRIKA

before. Deep blue, metallic grey and red in color. Sleek.
It belonged to the white man; Europe and the rest. It was
parked horizontally across the runway, blocking the end of
it. The other one was a large, broken down old airplane, red,
green, white and yellow in color. The kind you pray you nev-
er have to fly in - in fact that’s what I was desperately doing
in my heart. It belonged to the AU and all the Afrikan lead-
ers and AU leaders and their Afrikan NGO types were in it.

A group of Afrikan people were standing to the side, watching,
I was among them. The white man said to the Afrikans on the
plane to go ahead (they were all to fly to the same destination).
Even though they (the group of white men) knew that this
huge lumbering giant could not make it without the full use of
the runway, they did not move their craft out of the way, but
stood rather nonchalantly leaning on their plane and watch-
ing and waiting for the inevitable to happen, knowing that the
Afrikans would do all they could to take off on the limited
runway that they had been given access to, without crashing
into the sleek new plane, and that they would fail. The Af-
rican ‘elite’ strapped in and the pilot began to taxi down the
runway and he gave it all he could and took off almost verti-
cally before reaching that new plane... and then, disaster! The
plane was blown backwards and crashed fatally, and was total-
ly destroyed. Just like the Westerners knew would happen.”

Her dream certainly looked like a tale of doom against Afrika
but not really, for several months later, the Lord gave me these
words concerning Afrika which connect back to what He showed
my wife. He said “A new Afrikan Union will arise; it will not be
that of the gathering of Afrika’s heads of states in Ethiopia, but
the true union of Afrikans both at home and in the Diaspora.

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