An African through and through
THIS is Africa Month and this is my credo. W hat’s yours?
A challenge to you, my countrymen and women. I am an African. I was since I came kicking and screaming into this world 6 5 years ago.
The t eachings of K wame Nkrumah, Ali Mazrui, Julius Nyerere, Albert John Luthuli and Nelson Mandela have fused into my own.
I honour the memory of Bram Fischer, Ruth First, Steve Bantu Biko, Robert Sobukwe, A.B . X uma, Ant on Lembede, Samora Machel, Oliver Reginal Tambo, Chris Hani and Joe Slovo, and the pantheon of revolutionary visionaries who gifted the country with their respective philosophies and I have the spear of Africa’s destiny firmly in m y hands.
I am inspir ed b y the li ving le gends such as Albie Sachs, whose penmanship charts the way like a star flickering in this allconsuming darkness that South Africa finds itself in and which reminds me of the dis tance we have yet to traverse before we reach the pr omised land.
I am an African as was Yusuf Dadoo, who foresook a God he per ceived was impervious to the b anality of the e vil that was apartheid.
I am indig enous to this c ountry, although, like the Indian Mynah, my ancestors were fraudulently introduced to the c ontinent that shelt ered, nurtured and empowered me and importantly became the only home I know and am comfortable to live in.
I can go on ad infinitum but for now I am an African and none can disput e that.