Where are you Africa?

Africa, O Africa Wherefore art though Africa? I got that from a play. Pretty nifty hey but don’t you think it counts when you see how chaos amounts. Is Africa still here? Have we westernized? Are we living a life we once despised? If so, can we turn back? Is it too late? Are we way off track to get a clean slate? If we can, can I pick a date or should I rather leave it up to fate? City life of mixed culture, knowing the roots but feeling the force of it preying like a vulture. Flashy and smart, absorbing the role while old tradition hopes they depart. Knowing the language, the click and the twang still intervenes while speaking the adage. . . . Am I too late? Can I turn it around? Can I protect my culture or lose it to fate? You tell me.