Part 1. Why I love My Mama Africa?
If you slap a man and in the event falls to the ground, then wakes up, dusts himself and says ‘thank you’ and lead his way, how will you feel? How will you consider a person seeing you driving a car and then asks whether there are houses in Africa? How will you take a man who sympathizes with you over an advert he saw yesterday and in the midst a brother appears in the corner with a poster written “veteran, hungry and homeless? That’s being African in a self-imposed democracy and in an imaginary wealthy nation. Africans in my own faulty analysis have mastered the art of acceptance and ownership of the stereotypes.
Poverty is our greatest ‘asset’, we have owned it and in fact have recently adopted it as the best Foreign exchange earner and a tool to explore some unconscious fools. The foolishness of asking the obvious when you already have an iPhone 6. We have implicitly as African hustlers in diaspora accepted all the statistics that otherwise give us all the diseases and an illusion of the endangered species called ‘black African”. The pretense of preaching in biblical terms and giving a starving man unlimited condoms when he asks for food? Was it not written in the Book of Mathew 7v9 “Or what man is there among you who, when his son asks for a loaf, will give him a stone? 10“Or if he asks for a fish, he will not give him a snake, will he?” I love my people for they didn’t even argue with the Original discussion by Darwinians on whether we were actually categorized as human. Trevor Roper another person of intellect presume that we didn’t even have a yesterday and therefore no history “except gyrations of barbarous people?” We have tested the invention of Eugenics and the struggle to subvert the African man, like water hyacinth we are growing, the thrash you dump on us is the greatest fertilizer of humanity in Africa. With greed for Oil and circumvention of international laws you manage to make us believe that actually the civil fights amongst a few countries in Africa are our cause and not your faulty foreign policy and thirst for another imperialism.
I have been a student in the West, perhaps one with less intellect as many might have branded, I have clear records of the rare occasions with a few classmates whom I literally considered their help and assistance in my infancy as substantial .They reminded me how to speak English ‘well’ and they never bothered to ask whether Africa was a country or continent. Some considered the issues of illegal immigration sensitive because they never wanted to offend a new friend, they really didn’t check and distinguish the distance and concept of legal immigrants. Poor I, when I came to realize that almost all the books and discussions featured Africa only on issues of poor health, diseases, civil fights and poverty largely. Acceptance and white lies saved me from ridicule. You would have wish as I had wished to ride in the beautiful hills of Cherangani with this ignorant people, I really wanted to take them to Diani Beach for a walk, I thought about showing them the ruins of Old Zimbabwe, I just wanted to ask them whether the Egyptian Pyramids made sense to them in terms of time, structure and place. They really understood about Diamond rich Africa, but thought we were foolish about them.
Statistics does not lie, despite the overwhelming stereotypes we have to overcome, I have fallen in love with Mama Africa, it teaches culture, discipline and Morals. They taught us that to be smart or intelligent does not really mean to get to the extreme of inventing that which is capable destroying humanity including yourself and family. Kudos Mama Africa for not inventing or daring do the WMD thing.
I love My Africa for accepting and owning stereotypes.
