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I’m not just saying I love Africa
because it is not politically correct for an African to say, ‘I don’t love Africa.

Do I really love Africa?

Well, many Africans say they love Africa because it is not politically correct to say, “I don’t love Africa”.

If I love Africa, it’s not because of the political competence of our leaders or their honesty.

Not because of their insatiable hunger for power or their brutal
treatment of their citizens.

Not because they are more accountable to their Western donors
than they are to their fellow citizens or that their ears are more tuned to rebukes from richer countries than the plight of their people.

It is also not because they snatch money from the mouths of hungry children and destitute women to stash it away in foreign banks.

Forget problems.

I just love my Africa!

Nevertheless, I love Africa for its long-suffering people.

If they had reacted to every injustice as quickly as Americans or Europeans do, we may not have been left with a continent worth living in.

I love Africa because its people never lose hope that things will get better someday.

I love Africa because Africans forget their problems very quickly, without which they would have turned the continent into one large institution for the mentally ill.

I also love Africa because people gather in large numbers to mourn with those who mourn and to rejoice with those who rejoice.

It’s a continent where guiding,correcting and rebuking children is everybody’s’ task; a
continent with green forests, clean rivers and air and undiscovered natural resources.

I love Africa because it has great things which take me closer to nature and ensure my physical and social wellbeing… and one example that
comes to mind is Busaa beer.

Busaa is a local African beer brewed wholly from guinea corn (sorghum).

This drink is pure and natural.

That is why after taking even a whole pot of it, one never suffers from
any hangover the next morning; rather, one is stronger and more

I will never stop taking
Busaa because it is a drink and also food at the same time.

Regular Busaa drinkers never feel hungry after a drinking bout, indeed they even put on weight.

I have also put on more weight from it.

I love this African beer because the spirit of African communion comes alive wherever it is present.

We normally sit in a circle sharing from a common pot from which imaginative discourse is fired.

Yes, round the Busaa pot, we find solutions to problems like unemployment and sickness.

This is why I love Africa and everything therein!

I love Africa because of the colour in every aspect of life.


From the body-ochre paintings in initiation festivals, to the brightly
dressed women on their way to the weekly market.

From the people of all shades – black, brown and white – to the rich black soils and the barrenness of the brown Sahara.

From the golden yellow sunrise to the amazing sunsets.

The unending green covering the land, the music, the dance, life itself is colour.

Africa, the land of colour, rise, shine and light the world, I love you!

“Skyscrapers? Cars? Where are the naked humans? New visitors to Africa will always ask.

No, this must be the wrong place…”

Those would probably be the thoughts of a first- time Western visitor to any of the major
metropolitan areas in Africa, with further expressions of astonishment as they drive from the airport to the city centre.

To an ordinary person in Europe or North America, Africa is the
dark continent where nothing good comes.

A place full of monkeys, jungles and naked Stone Age humans.

Most Westerners only hear about the
continent’s doom and gloom and tend to believe that Africa is the
same all over, oblivious of its rich and diverse cultures, languages, ethnicity and religions – to mention just a few.

Yet, we supposedly all live in an age of advanced information technology.

Africa is besieged by disasters, disease, starvation, poverty and wars; however, these are
not only unique to Africa, which also possesses good and desirable qualities, just like other continents.

Many urban areas in Africa can be compared to those in the developed world despite what detractors may believe.

Come and see for yourself.

Experience, they say, is the best teacher.

Coming to Africa?

You don’t have to carry your sunshine;the sun is always shining in Africa.

Just some random thoughts that came to my mind….©Profarms’ Random Thoughts®