This heart-wrenching piece is by my Brother Mundu wa Mindo. Indeed they celebrate as Africans put on sackcloth, sprinkle on ashes, beat their chests and mourn in a loud voice!
So Africa is celebrating 50 years, of what.. I don’t know.
In Addis they are not celebrating you and me, no. They are not even celebrating Roger Miller, Lua Lua, Abedi Pele or George Weah.
Its not Franco Luambo Makiadi, Makeba, Achebe, Ngugi Thiong’o, Soyinka, Saro Wiwa, Lumumba, Kanda or Kabaka. Its not even Tergat, Kipkeino, El-gurouj, Mutola or Bekele, no!
They are not celebrating Nyerere, Nkrumah, Mboya, Mogae or even Mandela!
They are not dining and wining in celebration of the expansive victoria, the deep Tanganyika or the salty Bogoria. Its not because of the Flamingoes of Naivasha, the elephants of Zambia or the lions of Serengeti, its not about Ruwenzori, Kilimanjaro or the Atlas, its neither about sandy beaches of Mombasa, Seychelles, Mauritius, No its not even about the Nile, Volta, Zambezi or Niger.
Its not about the worldcup in South Africa, or the rumble in the jungle.
In Addis today, they are celebrating another Africa – the bloody gold of Congo, the killer oil in Nigeria and the de-horned Rhinos in Zambia and the rotting elephant carcases in Kenya.
They are celebrating Mobutu, Abacha, Gowon, Rawlings, Gadafi, Museveni, Bashir, Taylor, Kenyatta, Amin, Mugabe, Zenawi, Bongo, Mubarak, Jose, Muluzi, Mutharika et alia!
In Addis today, they celebrate Niger Delta, Katanga, Darfur, Benghazi, Nothern Uganda, and Somalia. They celebrate human rights in Zimbabwe, press freedom in Uganda and peace in Congo. They celebrate…… Oh, Africa.