I am happy we are wearing fabrics that represent our African colors, I am happy we are greeting each other in our indigenous languages listening to our music and dance (that is us Africans) I am happy we have the whole month to celebrate being Africans but can I ask you, did we fall out of the sky?
I am trying to understand who is Sekhukhune and King shaka, I am trying to understand why my well refined Sepedi and my good knowledge of my food surpasses the need for me to understand the path of my forefathers. Well this is simple if you understand why we are Africans why and how we ended up here you will have to also question how come we are confined in small pieces of land that we supposed to call home. Well some don’t even have a piece of land under their name but gladly wear their attire and celebrate an Africa that does not have a place for them.
So all this precious history and traditions, colorful cultures happened where? Why can we confidently and proudly dance while we ignore this fundamental questions, what is heritage without land? It is a fiction I say, you cannot tell me I am an African but fail to answer me when I ask how come I’m landless? How come my forefathers are buried in a land I can’t walk on without a court order or a prior permission from a man who got no history in Africa except his arrival with a boat carrying a bible?
Happy heritage month my landless African brothers and sisters, I hope when you dance you get a court order to dance on that piece of land you don’t own. I hope you sleep at night knowing your kids will still celebrate a heritage without a home, a heritage that sound like a fictional story book. Just to add something why are we selective about our heritage? Why are we celebrating only the things that are not demonized by the bible?
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