Writing Africa

Africa. You see the word, the name and country – what does it have you thinking of? Immense geographical awe in all its beauty, most-populous and divided continent, exotic range of flora and fauna, tropical ever-shifting climate, Or likewise to what most people almost immediately and piteously have Africa as – Poverty?

The cold war’s of the worlds past and present troubles leave Africa in its diminished third world distinction. Each of the 61 territories with their disparity of race, religion, politics, society and speaking languages has the continent separate and isolated even from themselves. No alliance or developing union structures within the 53 countries show any sign of ‘recovering’ disagreement of differences.

While Africa itself stands with epic beauty over the worlds’ lands, the people of Africa are crumbling.

While some of Africa’s tribes still have proverbial rocks to stand on – rocks as solid as their anciently independent civilisations and untouched cultures – others are rather more like ignored quick sand. As much as they try to with-stand and rebuild their own rocks, with their abandoned futile ‘third world’ minds, they crumble and begin to sink. Sink back into the diametrically opposed ways of irrational politics, rebelling beliefs, and leading arrogance of greed and power that first got them and still holds them in this deathly grip of a mess.

Their minds, their way of thinking and living deserves more than of insult. Both holistically and individually, Africa’s mind has its limits to overcome before its true capabilities can really put them up on their own rock. They haves minds sharp enough to pin any developing potential down, but they’re stuck in the clue of poverty.
They don’t have the first world-ers developed artificial traits – that’s not what they need, they don’t need to be taught how to live the way we do, they have their way. Africa needs not suffer any major changes of a world moving ever faster. What they need is that home back.

We share the same world and yet we’re – what it seems – worlds apart. Their place, their countries are, and can still be thriving incredible, more so than our pitiful minds allow us to believe.

Individuals thrive by being different so allow their differences to be thriving.

They have their ‘aid’; Politicians there as world leaders opening eyes, celebrities appearing as generous strangers, offering money, time, voice and even new homes, charity workers there as the un-sung heroes defending and raising lost lives. We don’t all have to postpone our lives to migrate over there – overpowering them is more likely to influence another cold war than aid the raise of an independent country – help your way, there is so many.  But it needs to be more than a publicity stunt, than a one of grant, it needs to continue and grow with the people.

They are people, people with hearts, spirits, hopes, dreams and freewill, just like me and you in our world. Accept in their world they cannot be themselves because of the poverty their world is in; beating, ruling, enslaving, imprisoning and even killing will not let them.
Aid these people out of this illusive ‘third world’ and inspire their chance to live not just to exist – not just as another hospital patient, another mindless follower, slave number, prisoner or body count. Not just as a higher toll number to the war refugees, the orphans, the homeless, the sick or the hungry – but to live. To live a chance of their own story, of their hopes, dreams, loves and aspirations.

Give Africa their right to a true and lasting hope.