Who is an African?
The man said I am not African because I am white, I didn’t argue because I didn’t want to fight, but I sat at my desk and asked myself out loud, Who then is an African? in fact, Who am I? Journeying down the Ages in my mind, trying to stretch my senses through the murky shadows of Time, ships setting sail from the North, hungry from reports of minerals and land, laden with dreams, and bloody agendas planned People and wildlife chased and killed, lands cleared, cities built, all in the name of Religion and Crown pristine forests became Man’s towns Farms planted, prayers chanted “heathen” converted for “their own good” taught to live how obedient “natives” should Wagons trekking, some building, some wrecking, blood spilt in humans’ never-ending wars always grasping, killing, wanting more, tribes cl...