Afrikaner

evenwheniLie

 

 

 

 

………My African identity, hasn’t been a friend to me, I don’t know why some are trying to steal it, at the same time, trying to bill it, didn’t have the right, but somehow they willed it, those ancient structures, we built it, what you think we honed our intellectual skills with, we were the only ones traveling across the Atlantic, until Leif Erikson and Christopher Columbus blew it, if I was there I would’ve took that map and threw it. We were gods with visible forms before other races was born, even now mankind has lived on planet Africa longer than on earth, to the world we gave birth, it was mother Africa that gave me my dark complexion, so I won’t wrinkle like Charlton Heston, Dr Richard Leaky wasn’t no Kenyan, Europeans in Africa is increasing our skin cancer rates, it’s moving faster then kids on skates, some are only in their twenties but look like old Robert Blake, to think you are naturally African is a mistake. They’re Dutch, German and French, you won’t turn African even if you add their flesh and bones to your plate.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2023 19:47
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Comments2

  • jarcher54

    Powerful and thoughtful... sometimes what others need to do is just listen. Planet Africa is a phrase I will remember... inspired words.

    • evenwheniLie

      Thanks for your inspiring words.

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      My maternal ancestry is that of the Nama people of Namibia, closely related to the tribes of the Hereros, Griequas, and the Khoi and the San. The oldest tribes people in Subsaharan Africa, so suffice to say, this piece hits home for me in more ways than I can express. Ode. Hommage. Peace. Love. Rain. Blessings. Well expressed sir.

      • evenwheniLie

        I’ve become angry about the level of disrespect Europeans and particularly the French have been, and they have the audacity to refer to themselves as Africans on any level.



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