Dear Beloved Departed Father Kwame Nkrumah
We celebrated the 55th Anniversary of Uhuru on Friday, it was a colourful day. We painted the motherland in gold, green, yellow, brown, black and our several colours. You should have seen your children; they were gorgeously clad in our colourful traditional garments. They call it African attire now. The retail outlets cash in on this now ‘ pagan’ celebration. All our people, all our races were unanimously celebrating the birth of the movement that you and our other Fathers were at the helm of, to liberate Africa from all sorts of colonial inequality.
There were a lot of traditional ceremonies, ohh it was so nice to see the Nyawu Dance from Malawi, the Masai dancing, the Muchongoya and Mbaqanga from the Zimbabwe tribes. There was a peace walk in most of the African countries. I was doused in awe and I almost drowned in this temporary that shadowed the realities that we have to see on a daily basis.
Being African is trending now. The world is abuzz with funky African hairstyles and African Clothing. It looks like a good thing because maybe the whole world recognises us and sees our ways as a part of the rest of the world? Maybe we now belong finally?
With all the hype I see the corrosion and depletion of our being African. Our children start embracing their culture only for purposes to suit a fashionable day or trending period. I nearly lost my mind seeing that my little girl and her cousins only see it fit to be African on Heritage day and the Uhuru day. The costumes are kept in a wardrobe till the following occasion. Westernisation stole the day yet again. They would prefer to dress everyday like fairytale princess centred on a folktale told thousands of miles away, overseas. African is now practiced for an occasion not as a lifestyle, tears on my cheeks roll uncontrollably.
I decided to pen this note as your son to give you an update on the real issues that are being hidden from you by our leadership and us in general. We have taken so many strides in the direction of political growth. We have improved so much in our political conduct and we have won the hearts of the outside world. Did I just lie there father, yes I lied. It is not all rosy in the political fraternity on the continent. We have the worst dictatorship syndrome that has been there since time in memorial, our leaders do not want to vacate office. This is the worst problem we have currently and has given birth to all the problems we have. There is so much I want to tell you about this but big brother is watching.
Unity on the motherland is a scarce commodity, only 9 out of the 54 countries in Africa recognise the 25th of May as a holiday to my bitter surprise. To me it comes down to the issue of common goals and unity. The tactic of divide and rule seems to have stayed longer than its welcome. We still are divided in our ways of doing things because of our differences run deep as we have all embraced our former colonial grudges with each other. What could you expect from us father when we cannot have a common market, borderless countries or Visa free Africa for all who live in it? The long awaited African passport has taken us 55 years and yes it is still in the pipeline.
Poverty and disease still leave all communities harvested. Malnutrition is a challenge we still have no clue as to how to solve, I believe GMOs will not be a lasting solution and so has the various AID and handouts given to us. It always ties our hands and subjects us to compromise.
The Hague has tried mostly our leaders yet the other parts of the world remain untouched. NATO overpowers the will of your children. They pounded on Libya during the guise of Arab springs and till this day our leadership has not stood up to understand the way we have leaders killed on our continent by foreign powers that purport justice. Whose justice when the people are far worse than they were during his reign? Our leaders watch as they tremble in fear of losing aid that maintains their bourgeoisie lifestyles. They love shopping abroad. They pay to also stay in power.
55 years on the skulls of our slain leaders are still trophies in museums. Getting them back starts a diplomatic war. They are private property and you pay to get them back if they are ever for sale or you negotiate through your nose to take them back home. I have seen envoys return empty handed, when they sought out to bring their ancestors home to rest.
Father, I can go on and on but I long for the African dream that uncle, Patrice Lumumba was assassinated for. Africa that is wild and free, Africa with capacity to negotiate as a super power, one that has a permanent spot in the United Nations Security Council. We need Africa that has economic power and creates wealth for its own.
I miss you Dad,
Lots of love