Black. White. Light hues of brown. Muslim. Christian. Buddhist. Ancestral beliefs. Short. Tall. Fat. Thin. Today an African isn’t depicted as one heavily pigmented to look brown. Africans are infused with different cultures, backgrounds and ethnicities.
Inspired by a conversation I had with Miss World Supermodel about race,how her community refuses to accept her as African mainly due to her British background, I wondered, what is it like to be degenerates of Europeans that decided to settle in Africa?
Attributing to slightly over 5 million in an 1.11 billion populous, White Africans, or rather Euro-Africans as the world would like to coin them are the minority race in Africa, yet due to past history (we cannot avoid that their predecessors were slave masters, explorers, missionaries and militants who fought against our freedom) some Africans sneer upon their existence on this majestic land.
The argument here is that as Africans – black Africans – it is our right to preserve our culture and significance on this land. History proves pieces of identity was seized from us; our resources, our land, our people, our culture, our psychological freedom – all taken away from our ancestors. Today, we have to pick up the pieces of our freedom through nurturing our identity and regaining our consciousness as a people, a black African people. Enabling any race that inhabited Africa for the past 3 – 5 centuries and grant them the identity of being African isn’t only bastardization of our culture, but to spit on the graves of our ancestors that fought war against these people to save us from oppression.
On the other side of the argument lies Africans who see that ideology as a thought perpetuated by anger on historical events. They see the importance of African culture preservation, but creating hyphenated phrases to create identity such as Euro-Africans, Indian-Africans, Arab-Africans and Asian-Africans steer us away from unison. Looking today, the youth and degenerates of their oppressive ancestors do not share the same belief that their predecessors do, and believe in acceptance of various cultures and moving forward as a united Africa.
And where do I lie now? I’m between these borders in no-man’s land trying to create a new history for the African Youth, one where we do not need to forget our history – as history is our reference point to make conscious decisions of where we should be today, and how we move forward in future. But i’m also aware of the presence of French, Spanish, Portuguese, Arab, Asian, and Dutch explorer’s children’s children’s children.
I believe that we cannot fully forget their culture before they landed in Africa, we cannot smurge their culture and label them African as if they have no Frenchm Dutch, Spanish or Portuguese history. Then again, I am aware that they, like me call this place home, as its the only home they know.
They all live here, with me now. Like me, they learn here. They work here. They find love here, and create more families much like me, and my family. They –like my kind in America – are in the minority when it comes to populative measure, but this doesn’t grant us the right to oppress through name calling, constantly berating their presence and telling them to go back home: Because in essence, if we seek to dig purely deep into history, Africa is the cradle of humankind. Africa in ideology belongs to those who live in it. But practically, Africa as a united front must move forward through the united tolerance and acceptance of the presence of different races, ethnicities, religious views and cultures.