Africa: Virginty and Power lost.

With no doubt, everyone desires personal freedom. To be free is to not be bound by external powers that restrict desired action, of course if the actions are admitted by the law. To be free is to be let to make decisions by oneself, unbounded by oppressors, without any objection whatsoever from a body other than ourselves. To be free is to not be discriminated against and to be accepted as part of an existing society, having the rights to be move as one wants, to speak as one wants, and to participate in what one wants. All these and many more make up the freedom that we have so strongly fought for from our oppressors, that we keep fighting for from our present oppressors, and that we may shed bled just to keep.

The continent of Africa is not just a gigantic landmass, but it is a ground where a bloody, bruised, and battered history still resides. It was in between those beautiful sunrises, golden clouds, majestic oxen, and beasts of elephants, that Africa, with all her beauty, lost her priceless virginity. A colonial hell fell upon her, and stripped of all her clothing from head to toe, her precious body exposed: more brilliant cuts than any diamond ever seen, more lustrous than any gold, more pleasing to the eye than a goddess – she lay bare, her captors held her hands tight, her legs wide and since then she can’t handle her own battles.

Many African countries receive aid and other endorsements from major economies such as the United States and the United Kingdom. In times of internal wars, Africa seeks help from these countries and gets it, and this has led to an end to many wars, and leading to the effective application of constitution-based responses to subjects that these wars were about. The outcome as expected was a peace(or an unmentioned unrest?). This sort of peace in Africa however doesn’t stay very long, and some unrest almost certainly occurs, but these foreign powers are always present and willing to assist. Our kids can grow in a land that cannot be destroyed by their fathers’ battles with their countrymen and their neighbours, and this has created a sense of security and a feeling of safety in the continent.

As much good that sounds like, are we really creating an Africa for our children? The question here is so much as to ask: are we losing grip and stronghold on the one piece of land that we own? Can we say we own it any more?

It has been mentioned by many skeptics that a country(or continent) must limit how much it seeks help from foreign powers and deal with its own children and their own problems. Clearly the feeling here is that we have given ourselves the image of the weak and incapable to deal with our own problems; that we have constantly painted ourselves as the gigantic landmass that can’t do anything for herself. We have been sold as slaves already, we have been colonised already, we have been segregated against already, we have been defeated by guns already, shall we again be fathered and fed by the same nations who had already labelled us as the weak?

The has been a lot that Africa couldn’t do and still looks unable to do for herself and the constant lagging behind of the continent in development, and organisation, have labelled each and every pair of feet as an unproductive and unable – an invalid woman. Further involvement of foreign powers in our own issues have further fuelled this view among fellow Africans and internationals, and this is constantly bringing us down. We have come to understand that even though we are not told we are not better, we are not better than an American co-worker. Even though we are not told that we can’t develop any further than we have so far, the whole continent seems to be a unified body in that thought. There are of course a few cells disobeying orders and trying to go in another direction as the body’s but as in any similar system, an immune system will kill them or convince them to change their mind(differentiation, in cell biology).

Reflecting again on the main questions, can we still say we have control of our own continent? Shall we ever be a proud continent knowing our capabilities and respected but not pitied? Are we able to deal with our own problems? Can we ever be able to deal with our own problems as a continent? Or are we going to remain the earth’s victim of child rape?

Must we restrict international involvement and deal with our own issues as a grown and mature man of a continent, strong and large as we are?