African Union’s Silence on Sudan is Treason

The African Union’s silence on the Sudanese genocide is not just cowardice—it is treason. It is an act of betrayal so grotesque that the spirits of the ancestors must be weeping in disbelief. As Khartoum burns, as Darfur bleeds, and as millions of our brothers and sisters are slaughtered in an orgy of Old Testament barbarity, the so-called African Union—the $200 million monument to impotence in Addis Ababa—snores in its donor-funded stupor.

While African women are being raped, men are killed in the most gruesome manners, and children are starved, the shameless, well-fed parasitic paper-pushers at the AU Secretariat are busy drafting “communiqués” no one reads.

The blood of Sudanese innocents flows into the sand, and the AU’s only contribution is to “monitor the situation.” It is a moral stench, a rotting carcass of cowardice masquerading as diplomacy.

The truth is that the silence over the tragedy in Sudan is not innocent; it is profitable – for the usual suspects.

While Sudan’s cities are reduced to heaps of ashes, the tiny United Arab Emirates, that glittering desert bazaar built on the sweat of South Asian laborers, is happily gorging itself on Sudanese blood-gold.

The same UAE, America’s leading vassal in West Asia, the same country that Africa’s misrulers run to for lectures about “investment opportunities,” is the one financing one faction of Sudan’s warlords, exchanging drones for gold mined from the corpses of Africans. African lives are being bartered for bullion so Dubai can glitter while Darfur dies.

The New Scramble for Africa is not waged with muskets but with money. The UAE, Israel, and their Western patrons have perfected the new colonial formula: Why pay for it, when you can kill for it? They did it in the Congo, and they are doing it again in Sudan.

For over a century, Westerners and their Israeli “security consultants” have been looting Congo, that eternal wound of Africa, blind—first for rubber, then for diamonds, and now for coltan and cobalt, the essential minerals powering Western phones, cars, and drones.

Millions of Congolese have died so that Western teenagers can post selfies on an iPhone. And now the same bloody playbook is open in Sudan—gold instead of cobalt, Dubai instead of Brussels—but the same African corpses as currency.

Who cares!

Meanwhile, the unashamed bureaucrats at the African Union have said little and done nothing while African lives are being wasted. The puppets we call leaders in Africa are competing for photo-ops in the UAE, their mouths stuffed with petrodollars, their consciences sold for gold dust.

The so-called African influencers and entertainers, with more money than brains, do not consider their career fulfilled until they waste money on lavish parties in Dubai and splash the pictures on Instagram.

On the AU, why do we have organizations that cannot defend or speak for Africans? The AU cannot even mourn Africans. It exists only to host useless conferences, issue sterile press releases, and collect donor stipends. It is a glorified travel agency for African heads of state—a cabal of plantation managers pretending to be leaders.

These are the same “Excellencies” who rush to Dubai and Paris at the first whisper of a forum but cannot spare a single plane to evacuate stranded Africans from Sudan. They quote Nkrumah and Nyerere like parrots at symposia but live like fat ticks feeding on the blood of poor Africans. These misleaders have converted the dream of Pan-African unity into a nightmare of bureaucratic corruption

The AU headquarters itself—a glass-and-steel monument gifted by China—stands as a symbol of this absurd dependency. A “Union of Africans” operating from a foreign-built, foreign-wired, foreign-paid mausoleum! That is not poetic justice; it is a tragic irony.

The AU is supposed to be the guardian of African dignity, yet it cannot speak unless it gets clearance from Washington, Brussels, or Beijing. How do these betrayers sleep well at night?

In that marble mausoleum, the screams of Sudanese children are muted by the hum of air conditioners. In that donor-funded tomb, genocide becomes “a complex humanitarian situation.”

As we have said several times on this blog, cowardice is criminal; silence is complicity.

The Sudanese war is not only about power—it is about plunder. Beneath the killing fields of Darfur lie some of Africa’s richest gold deposits. The UAE’s voracious appetite for this gold fuels the conflict. The same jets that bring Emirati, Colombian, and other mercenaries and weapons into Sudan take gold out—tons of it—through black-market routes to Dubai’s refineries. There, it is melted, laundered, and sold to the world as “legitimate” metal.

And the AU, supposedly the guardian of “African peace and security,” watches in silence, afraid to offend its Arab “development partners.”

This is not neutrality but collaboration? When the silence of our bureaucrats enriches outsiders and kills Africans, it becomes treason.

If Kwame Nkrumah could rise from his grave, he would roar with righteous rage. This was not the Africa he fought and died for. This was not the Pan-African dream that animated the founding of the OAU. He warned us—clearly and prophetically—that unless Africa unites politically and militarily, we would remain the plaything of external powers and internal traitors. He called for a continental army—an African High Command of one million soldiers—to defend African sovereignty. The pygmies who succeeded him laughed him off as “idealistic.”

Instead, they built 55 toy armies—each one an instrument of domestic oppression but utterly useless against foreign exploitation. If Nkrumah’s African High Command existed today, Sudan would not be a slaughterhouse. Congo would not be a Western quarry, and Libya would not have been pulverized. Africans would not be dying for gold that shines in foreign vaults.

The AU’s so-called Peace and Security Council is an insultingly cruel joke as it produces only PowerPoint slides while Sudanese children die of hunger. It drafts “roadmaps to peace” while foreign mercenaries pave the roads to our mines. It holds “summits on stability” while the continent bleeds.

The AU is an insult to the memories of our ancestors.

The AU bureaucrats are the modern compradors: well-dressed overseers on neo-colonial plantations. Their job is not to defend Africa but to manage Africa—for others. They have perfected the art of prostration. When Africans are slaughtered, they mumble, “We lack resources.” When their Western or Gulf masters call, they scramble for photo ops and investment pledges.

African leaders do not demand—they beg. They have turned Pan-Africanism into a panhandling exercise.

The bloodbath in Sudan should have roused every African to righteous fury. Yet our media are distracted, our intellectuals silent, and our politicians asleep.

The same cowards who issue statements about “African solidarity” have outsourced the defense of Africa to foreign mercenaries and drones.

Africa must now draw a line. The AU must either speak and act like a union of Africans or dissolve itself into the dustbin of shame. We have no use for a union of cowards who trade our dignity for donor funds. If it cannot defend Africa, it must vacate its China-built mausoleum and stop pretending to represent us.

We must rise and demand accountability. The limits of tyrants, Frederick Douglass reminded us, are prescribed by the endurance of those they oppress. Africa has endured enough.

Sudan demands justice. Congo demands liberation. Africa demands leaders, not lackeys. And the ancestors, watching from the stars, demand that we rise at last and say: Enough!

 

*Femi Akomolafe is a passionate Pan-Africanist. A correspondent for the London-based New African magazine, and columnist for the Accra-based Daily Dispatch newspaper. He lives in both Europe and Africa, and writes regularly on Africa-related issues for various newspapers and magazines.

 

Source: https://femiakogun.substack.com/p/african-unions-silence-on-sudan