Sometimes I forget what it takes to do this blogging thing and other times I merely tire when I think it has to be done... Sharing your thoughts with the world or even five people to one is a major exercise...
I struggle to breathe my gifts sometimes.
" For Africa to me... is more than a glamorous fact. It is a historical truth. No man can know where he is going
unless he knows exactly where he has been and exactly how he arrived at his present place. "
- Dr Maya Angelou
Dr Maya Angelou is one of my favourite writers and when I saw this quote it struck a nerve with me. There are so many things going on in the world, wars are being waged and marches staged, death tolls rise daily from various causes and poverty is still undefeated....
What is Africa to me? Who am I?
This question rings true through so many debates I happen to read through on twitter with discussions becoming overly heated as each person perceives their truth in being just. Amazingly though if you had to ask some Africans to participate in their own rituals they would out right refuse any partaking in such....
I don't know if I'm alone in wondering what is so wrong or unjust in the practices of our forefathers...
Yet I seem to wonder what on earth are we preserving as indigenous people of Africa of our heritage?
I am African because my umbilical chord is still attached to the placenta of this continent... I read something or a tweet, can't really remember where I saw this but to paraprhase and take liberties it said: I am African kuba xana ndizithutha ndizi tsala emva imvelaphi yabant aband'zalayo... my history is told in their existence, where they were from to where I am now, that resonated well with me.
I love my continent and I was born at it's southern most tip living at its edge...
