Истории Panafricanism

Macharia is a bright, determined young Kikuyu boy from the village of Murang'a in Kenya. Despite coming from a poor family, he is ambitious and deeply inspired by Kenya's recent independence and Pan-African ideals. His dream of pursuing higher education in Cairo drives him to embark on an arduous journey across Africa. Macharia is resilient, resourceful, and fiercely determined, even in the face of overwhelming odds. Along the way, he learns survival skills, reflects on his place within the larger African struggle, and grows into a young man committed to the idea of education as a tool for empowerment and unity.

AFRICAN BURDEN by the voice of the soul. They came in ships, cloaked in crosses and crowns, Not to pray with us, but to prey on us. Not to teach us Truth, But to tear it from our Tongues. Chains kissed our wrists like venomous lovers. They ripped our fathers, beat drums out of our mother's breast, and called it Civilization. We bled gold into their coffers. Our diamonds crowned their queens, Our cocoa sweetens their tea, And still they called us Savages. They took our children, not just from wombs But from wisdom - Cut the roots of our languages, burned the libraries in our stories, Then asked why we were silent. In Ghana, in Congo, on plantations from Mississippi to Mauritius, We did not break We bent. Bent under bullets, bent under boots, bent under borders we never Drew, but carry on. They mapped our land, not to understand, But to mine it, divide it, devour it. But listen - Our rivers still run with memory. Our mountains whisper names They tried to erase. Africa is not a wound. She is a warrior. And though her back is burdened, Her spine still sings. We carry Pain, yes. But we carry drums too. Songs still echo in our scars, And our tears water the roots of the generation unbroken.

An African i am proud of who i am, proud of being black, proud of emerging from what is dubbed over eons that it is a dark continent. In as much as my continent has been painted with such a disgusting paint. A paint that is difficult to scrub off. I have learnt to use this stain to express who i am, what i am and why i am African. Opening a door of self discovery , self pride and self understanding . It is like embarking on a journey beyond the wall. A door where i have opened and better yet i am to understand what am i in this world. A door that i know some of my principles i will have to forsake and others i have to absorb. In as much as i have taken up this journey with my backpack. I do understand and know that i am an emissary, an ambassador, a missionary an explorer upon a journey of rewriting the falsehoods that have been painted upon my people and me.