I HAVE been so gutted with the recent xenophobic attacks to the point that I have avoided the news this entire past week and feigned denial.
These are issues close to my heart friends, firstly as a human, secondly as an African, thirdly intrinsically for I have shared in the past that I am a South African hybrid – being a third generation ddescendant of a Zambian man (my great-grandfather) and a Motswana woman.
A friend said to me yesterday that the anger we are showing must go beyond the foreign nationals shop-keepers and the incident of that teen being shot.
I totally agree. It is a deeper frustration I think of the economic divide we’ve been facing.
It is also due to a government that despises its citizenry and interpellates the idea of rainbow nation to the point that we are not allowed to dialogue about issues that still hurt us.
Freedom was never going to happen in one swipe.
It is a process that needs constant negotiation, re-construction and appropriation.
Our townships are still suffering the brunt of a freedom that has begun to lag behind.
It doesn’t justify the violence though.
The ignorance that is our minds I choose to blame predominately on a lack of consciousness.
I blame it mostly on a wanton education system; on textbooks that have diluted and manipulated our narrative to the point that black South Africans have no legacy to stand on.
Perhaps, this is why many feel that the rest of Africa is foreign to them.
Which is incredibly ironic because before colonialization South Africa only had the Khoi and San people residing in it.
Then after, so-called Bantu tribes from along the Congo trekked to Sub-Saharan Africa.
Today black South Africa is made up of a diversity of tribes that technically hail from central African regions originally.
Africans, we are nomadic people. In this sense, Africa belongs to Africans.
Let us let our visiting Africans be instead of being a country of bitter berries.
HERE IS A PHOTO FROM EARLIER TODAY. MY HOUSEMATE, WHO IS AN ART CURATOR STUDENT TOOK THE PIC. SHE LENT ME THE BEAUTIFUL SCARF I’M WEARING WHICH SHE GOT AS A GIFT FROM A GHANAIAN LADY. SUCH EXCHANGES OF HOSPITALITY, I THOUGHT. I WRAPPED THIS TURBAN IN HONOUR OF THE WEST AFRICANS WHOSE LADIES ALWAYS WEAR THEIRS SO GRACEFULLY. A MESSAGE TO ALL MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS FROM OTHER PARTS OF THE CONTINENT TO SAY, “AGENG” YOU ARE WELCOME HERE!
LET’S SAY NO TO ANTI-AGROPHOBIA AND XENOPHOBIA SOUTH AFRICA…