From where I sat, I overheard the kids arguing (not that I was eavesdropping or something…well, ok I was*winks*). The two boys were really serious, they put in so much passion into the argument that I could not help but watch.
One said: ‘I’m from America’
The other, whom I guess was much older replied: ‘It’s a lie, you cannot be an American’
‘I’m from America jo! My mummy told me’
‘Your mummy is lying. Ask her again’
‘I’m not asking anything. I just know’
‘Me I’m black, I’m African. Africa is beautiful’.
Africa is beautiful. That phrase kept resounding in my ears. I used to be that little boy who says he’s an American. I would spend a lot of time fantasizing and wishing I was born there so that I would become a citizen by birth(You know what I mean). But as I grew (I’m still growing though), my eyes began to open to the beauty in Africa.
The beautiful sunset, the colourful carnivals, the exotic dishes, the daring dance steps, the languages, the animals. Boy!
The long-necked giraffe, the long-trunk elephant, the apes, the antelope, the ostrich, the Aardvark, you name them!
Even with the evolution of Fashion, Africa has not failed to keep up with latest trending styles. With her rich Kaftan, Ankara and Dansiki materials, Africa has remained on top in the fashion world.
Africa is rich and has always been a point of attraction even to other continents of the world. To ensure the continuous demand for African riches and products, we should not be like me (I mean me when I was much younger), we should be proud to uphold our values and cultures, we should personalize Africa because she is ours.
This is My Africa, what about you?
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