The Vestiges of Colonialism
You know what, I should probably not write about this… but I have to get it out somehow.
The African Union Summit has been a phenomenal travesty of intellectual capacity, interpersonal relations and common social decency.
In a nation that still clings to the vestiges of slavery and colonialism, with people referring to their “master” or their “madam” or the fact that they are “houseboys” or “housegirls” who live in “boys quarters” I should really not be surprised.
“Only the foreign press are allowed” … “I will beat you if you do not step back.” The sad part in all of this is, I am not even a part of the press… yet we all faced blatant discrimination.
Do I look down on the press? If so, then I disrespect my own mother. Do I look down on custodial staff? If so, then I disrespect my grandmother. I do not look down on the “us” or the “they.”
I simply say… what the fuck is going on in the world.
I am in the twilight zone… and I do not understand how on earth to change this.
Africa needs to dismantle the vestiges of slavery and colonialism or it shall never be free.