Showing posts with label #Ubuntu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Ubuntu. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 November 2015

IT’S A DEAD END!

My birth mother worked as a midwife at Pumwani Maternity Hospital, Nairobi until 2001. Her job came with some benefits such as community council housing in the hospital premise, which we called ‘kambi moto’ and was multi-ethnic in nature. I spent most of my childhood here, it was a vivacious one. The community was vibrant as well. It taught me care, love and that charity will never make me poor. As kids, we played together and nobody was ever left out. I also knew that if I had something nice and joined the rest of my friends with it, I had to share. Even my older siblings and their friends would lend out dresses to each other. Sharing wasn’t a problem, even for the older.


During calamities like death, we had ‘matagaas’ –funeral meetings- that were more of celebrating the departed and would run through the night. Music and coffee were both played and made at a fee. This was a way to raise more funds for funeral expenses and a way to entertain ourselves as we kept awake. They were also a form of showing support and an assurance that we would be available for each other through day or night. To me they were a way we protected each other from the phenomenon of death which of course is overwhelming. I remember visiting my friends’ rural homes which were in different parts of Kenya, differences such as ethnicity, educational level, religion and the likes were never an issue, we simply were ‘kambi motorians’. Of course we did have disagreements and exchanged words or got into petty fights but we always resolved them and at times, we just forgave which made us a strong united community. I will always believe this is the African way of life, Ubuntu. Africa naturally has an ethnolinguistic nature and has tribal groupings. We have roughly 1000 tribes across sub- Saharan Africa with distinct languages and customs that varies. Nigeria with a population of over 150 million has almost 400 tribes (ten times that of Kenya) while Botswana with just over 1 million people has at least 8 large tribal groupings.

Ethnicity is one of the major strategies that African politicians use to divide us. In 1994, nearly a million people were killed in Rwanda’s horrendous genocide and in the Darfur region of Sudan, where ethnic violence has displaced and killed hundreds of thousands. It is estimated that as many as 2000 people were killed in 1992 during Kenya’s tribal clashes while another 1, 300 died and 600, 000 displaced in the 2008 clashes, 309, 200 are still leaving in IDP camps since 2008 as of 24th April 2015 (estimates by IDMC). In the past 5 decades, an estimated 40 million Africans have died in civil wars (which includes tribal wars) scattered across the continent, this  is  equivalent to the population of South Africa and twice the Russian lives lost in the second world war. 

Ethnicity is also one reason offered to account for why African countries have little to show for despite it being the world’s biggest producer of raw materials and having still received over US$ 300 billion of aid since 1970. It is estimated that a typical civil war costs around four times annual GDP, that is, four times the country’s annual domestic earnings. Evidently, ethnicity limits a country’s economic, social and moral growth resulting to poverty, crime and at times full blown civil war. It creates distrust between different groups thus making collective governance and public service provision difficult. It also slows down the implementation of key policies that could spur economic growth limiting investment and entrepreneurship. A World Bank study showed that 85 per cent of aid flows (loans and grants) received by Africa were used for purposes other than that which they were intended for. It is also estimated that US$ 10 billion depart Africa every year through corruption -this is roughly half of Africa’s 2003 aid receipts. This indicates that even public funds stolen through corruption aren’t invested back in Africa but abroad. A wise investor who has invested heavily in their country/ region will promote peace and stability among other factors to protect his? her investment for sustainable growth. When a politician incites on ethnic grounds or any other way for that matter, it indicates that they have invested little if at all for that matter in their country or region. They clearly have little to lose and maybe a lot to gain from a tribal war.

We cannot deny that Africa has had its fair share of tribal fracas. But by the same token it is true that that there are a number of African countries where disparate groups have continued to co-exist peacefully (Botswana, Ghana, Zambia just to name a few). I do not believe that people who have lived as neighbours for hundreds of years start attacking and killing each with no provocation or support from those in power. We all were born by mother Africa so why bother listen or act for individuals who are less interested in investing in us, in fostering entrepreneurship or in developing our middle class, than they are in furthering their own personal and financial interests? Dambisa Moyo in her book Dead Aid points out that African cities live in a more integrated Way than you might find in other cities- there are no ethnic zones such as those that exist in Belfast, London or New York, for that matter.

Ethnicity has cost us many lives and many years that could have been used to promote development. Once locked into the ethnic argument, there is no obvious policy prescription, IT’S A DEAD END! Better to look to a world where all citizens can freely participate in a country’s economic prosperity, and watch the divisive role of ethnicity evaporate. Don’t you think?


Thursday, 8 October 2015

THANK YOU LAGOS, NIGERIA.

What can I say about this land? I found it one filled with beautiful people, men, women, and the children. A buzzing community full of energy and vigor. A place full of beautiful culture, full of spirituality such as Christianity, Islam to African traditional religion. It’s a wealthy country and Africa’s biggest economy with a nominal GDP of 568.508 billion dollars. I’m not saying its utopia. It has its flows, its imperfection. Just like in any country in Africa, the country’s resources only benefit a small percentage of the society, corruption is the norm of the day, there are laws that criminalize you for being who you are, there is inequality amongst sexes, and a majority part of the youth is unemployed. So Lagos isn’t perfect. But I saw beauty in Nigeria, I saw it through its people.

In Lagos, I saw young Africa respecting the elderly in a true African way- not only from their actions but also through their attitudes, it radiated when they spoke, when they greeted them- I guess you could say that I could feel the energy coming from it.  I was amazed by the connection between the elderly and the young, it’s a strong bond- something rare in society today. I saw three different sides of Lagos, Lagos Island- the Central Business District. Victoria Island, where the rich and elite reside in beautiful homes that I gazed at in rapt silence. Then Lagos mainland, Jibowu, the humble side of the Mega- city, it was beautiful and special to me, I got to experience the real, true and honest Nigeria. I met beautiful and different individuals. Individuals who told me there experience as Nigerians, its culture, beauties and pain. It made me love Africa more, love my culture and my African roots. It made me conscious of who I am, my land, my people and my history as African. I stayed at the AHI residence, it was comfortable and cozy. I felt safe there despite being in a foreign land, I knew there was acceptance, tolerance and love at the residence, just what the African culture teaches us. Like we like to say in East Africa, ‘Hakuna matata’. I made friends both in class and at the residence. I'm writing to let you know that I learnt a lot from all of you and that I'm thankful.

The cook who always said good morning and would inquire if the food was to our liking or if the pepper was too much. Mary, the hostess at the restaurant, you called every morning just to let me know that breakfast was ready and if I never showed up just to ask if I was well. William and Monday the hosts who said hallo with a warm smile before breakfast. Charity and colleague, the receptionists who always made conversation when I picked my room card and I’d end up forgetting anything discouraging I probably had heard that day, thank you. The lady who served us 11 am snacks and tea after class with a traditional Nigerian bend and smile, that was refreshing. Mr. Augustine and the whole house keeping team, thank you for cleaning my room, making my bed and for making sure I had enough lotion and shampoo. Mr. Barnabas, the driver, thank you for driving us around Lagos, allowing me to see the diversity in Nigeria. Thank you again.

To the Nigerian SLDF fellows team, Olufunke, a beautiful soul I met, there were little things you did or said unknowing that reminded me of the little beauties of life, like a baby’s smile. Ayodele, my Nigerian mother who would call to inquire of my well- being if she failed to make to class, I celebrate you as a woman and mother. Elizabeth the ever radiant beautiful, pregnant and energetic lady, may your child make you a happy mother. Dr. Esther- miss curvy babe- You are curvy, and I hope to see you in Washington in 2016. Prince, you were nice and kind to us- thank you for an amazing night out. My secret friend Catherine who always spoke sense and reality, thank you for building more insight in me. Cynthia an amazing lawyer- with an incredible mind and beautiful family- power to the women’s movement! Utah, a dancer who told me it’s okay to be me and be confident, thank you, those words will always be treasured. Adeola, 'wewe!' I don’t know what to say! You were warm towards us, took your time with us. Told us about Nigeria. Was curious about our Kenyan culture. Thank you. You are strong and independent. Thank you for teaching me some pidgin English- which I still find amusing. May you find kindness in people just as you showed it to us anywhere in the world you travel and 'Karibu' Kenya. 

Finally to the facilitators at the Action Health Incorporated, Lagos, Mrs. Iheoma Obibi, for an interesting Sexual Education class, I enjoyed it. Dr. Chima, thank you for expanding my knowledge and my understanding around sexuality. I’m more aware of myself and my sexual health and not embarrassed to talk about it. I plan to pass this lessons to others for better sexual health in Africa. I find it interesting also that you sat down and took time to write an entire article on the penis- which I’m yet to read. Dr. Uwemedimo Essiet, thank you for making me understand how sexuality and spirituality relate and to Mrs. Adenike Essiet for making sex normal and not the elephant in the room by talking about it as a mother, woman, educator and feminist. Thank you Lagos, Nigeria.