The World Was Created To Be Like Africa

     The world in general is developing at a very high rate. There are those country that are developed. Others are still developing. This is besides my point. Every country rushes against revolution. In my country its called vision 2030. And it got me thinking. The technology, smartphones, computers, Wifi, social media, the cars, all that makes life luxurious. Is this really necessary? My ancestors, am told. Had no means of transport as it is now. They either used animals or went on foot. They communicated  in the most weird ways. Yet, they kept together. They didnt have to tweet about everything they did. Yet, they still were well informed on what was happening around them. Security was not an issue. Look at the way we live. ' The gated community'
It has been called. We dont even know our neighbors. I remember my grand mother used to know her neighbours kilometers away. For this and many others reasons. I think the world was ment to be like Africa. I mean, atleast in the earlier days. As I grow up am worried about how many degrees will I get?  What type of car will I drive (That is if I can manage to even get a job). Am worried am not using the right kind of smartphone, I dont dress to the latest of fassion. I believe the world has become a community of influence. Africa should be Africa and stop worring of how it will be like other developed continents. We should all work to retain our 'Africanness'. There is a reason Tourists come to Africa. They come for what they dont have. Isnt that something enough to convince you the world was ment to be like Africa.

Africa can make a difference

The only thing that stops an African from acting is thinking that whatever he thinks of doing has already been done

Those Days

If I had the super ability to make a video out of my child hood days. Having grown in the rural areas. Let me take some time to give you a picture. If i talked of a hut, at this age and time. Most would say I am of the stone age. FYI  This is Africa, a hut is like a mansion to some, its a grannery store for others and a dream for the unfortunate. So, am happy to be fortunate to have a roof over me as I grew up. I seem to get away from the point. So here is the picture. The colour of sand was the very own make up of my skin, dirt was the toy i knew. Happy and clean baths was a nightmare. My bare foot was the only sole of my God given shoe. My legs were my transport to a kilometre of road to and from school. Without counting the journey for lunch. My one school uniform was made and remade with patches. In the field of patching my grandmother was an expert. Luckily at the time I knew no humiliation. The very weird things this days were a norm then. And life went on. I could still manage a smile. Playing along like any other kid my age, unaware of how big life would change for me. So as i visit the country side with a smartphone in my pocket, earphones in my ears, wearing the latest according to fassion. I always remember to speak to my grandmother in her language the same language I used to speak years ago. It reminds me of whom I am and where I came from... Africa

African And Proud

If you asked me, the best thing that ever happened to was being born African. To me The hard way is always the best way