I Am An African…As And When It’s Convenient- In Celebration Of Africa Month

20 May

Africanness Is Not A Badge Of Honour But The Makings Of Chance

Life is tough, oftentimes unfair and most certainly unpredictable.
The problem is further compounded by the additional burden of appointing self as the champion and guardian of all things African and a connoisseur of cultural ethics. Ethics and culture are usually synonymous whenever it comes to pushing prejudicial bigotry and sanctimonious hollering.
As if cut from the same cloth as organised religion, guardians of “africanism” are more often than not puritanical, moralistic, chauvinistic do-gooders who will defend their “africanness” tooth and nail frothing at the mouth…until the next distraction and then being black and African is dumped in the proverbial sea of forgetfulness. Those with an agenda,I have since realised, any agenda, , have the attention span of a housefly and a memory to match.
In defense of personal prejudices, and there’s an array, being African is suddenly made to sound like divinity and woe unto the transgressor.

Backstrokes In The Murky Pool Of Double Standards

Where do women get off thinking they deserve as much opportunities as their male counterparts? How dare they speak in public assembly and what’s with wearing pants? I mean everybody knows women should be puttering about the house keeping the home fires burning. That’s the value of the woman in an african and viciously patriarchal society. Or does this brand of africanism a regional peculiarity?
This is the same woman that a man spends almost an entire lifesavings in an attempt to woe(read acquire).
Conversation on women also gets interesting with many waxing lyrical about thighs, ass and boobs. Her signature. The pride of the African woman(sic)
The women issue is just another example from a festering heap of prejudices and stereotypes where being african is used to justify the suppression of others and perpetuating of the status quo.

Only as recent as 2009 the world watched in stupefied horror as African turned on African in cold- blooded savagery to the soundtrack of war songs, ululating, and much cheering.
Stonings and lynch mobs attracted as much fan following as the bull baiting arenas in ancient Rome.
In a cruel twist of irony many of the victims of xenophobic attacks(a nice name for senseless unjustified hatred) were Zimbabwean, a country that had seen similar brutality meted on white farmers.
It was probably the darkest hour in the short history of the new democracy.
It was ugly.
Ubuntu, loving thine neighbour and other lofty ideals were not only suddenly forgotten by the mob but also by an even more sinister player in this orgy of destruction and murder; the viewer at home who silently cheered the mob on because “honestly these people must go back to their countries”.These are the types that only speak in assemblies of like minded cretins whose hate speech is fuel to the xenophobic blaze.
…oh gosh I get lost in my own rants but the point I’m making:

•it is the very same people who will decry practices such as inter-racial relations(something about making ancestors happy-and that’s another topic for another day), same-sex liaisons(some preferring murder rather than have their sons or daughters bonk each other’s brains out)because it is not african
•cultural hypocrisy has as much stench as religious hypocrisy

In conclusion the fact that I am alive today is a celebration of the resilience of African people through centuries of systematic suppression and brutality committed against my people.
The fact that Africans still walk this earth in the face of merciless powerful others is worth celebrating.
I will not, however mount a high horse and pontificate on all things African and denounce all that does not appeal to me as unAfrican. It is disingenuous and mischievous.

That said much strength to you Africa.

Stay blessed, stay focused, stay inspired and do stay in love.

Ciao

VK

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4 Responses to “I Am An African…As And When It’s Convenient- In Celebration Of Africa Month”

  1. annawalls May 20, 2012 at 10:06 pm #

    Just curious. Do you think the world, or any part of it, will ever get past the race card? I wish they would. Wouldn’t everything be so much simpler that way? Or am I being too simplistic?

    • vukile May 21, 2012 at 8:08 am #

      You’re not being simplistic at all. The race card will always be there especially here in South Africa. This will continue to be so until then entire generation is purged and we canstart afresh with a brand new generation. The post ’94 babies aka Freedom Children are just as contaminated.

      • annawalls May 21, 2012 at 4:15 pm #

        The race card has been in play ever since the civil war, and I suppose even before, and thanks to parents teaching it to their kids, it will continue until the end of time. Sometimes I get quite cynical over the whole thing. Thanks for stopping by and reading my rant.

    • vukile May 21, 2012 at 8:09 am #

      You’re not being simplistic at all. The race card will always be there especially here in South Africa. This will continue to be so until then entire generation is purged and we can start afresh with a brand new generation. The post ’94 babies aka Freedom Children are just as contaminated.

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