Fungai Chiposi, Mr.

The effects of colonisation upon the African continent were immense. On one street, one meets with development and on the other lane, one encounters vices of subjugation. When the colonised narrate the experience, doom and gloom are order of the day. The colonizers cannot stop pointing at the lanterns they lit up during their prime.   In all the melee, one can miss the obvious cry, please colonise me again.   When colonisation occurred in similar civilisations, it transferred knowledge and systems, quickly bridging minor gaps that are wont to develop amongst various peoples. Europe, Asia and part of the Americas experienced this and it evened resources and development.   When it jumped continents and became a scramble; clashing Stone and Industrial Ages, the effects where more than physical. Systems and development while being practised could not be easily assimilated by the colonised. The gene gap was way too wide to be bridged with a few colloquial ...

I am a black person. I am black and from Africa. I have a skewed sense of time. I struggle to make appointments, execute plans to the letter and basically come across as an informed homo sapien. I am dark in complexion with small calfs, large nose and thick fleshy lips. I have several short comings and I think of these a lot. The collapsed walls of the world due to internet have brought my shortcomings very sharply to the fore. My sense of inadequacy in the modern world is truly heightened as I feel unworthy of a place amongst men of worth. It pains me to go through my days with these morbid thoughts. So I have decided that I shall not be known by the description black. I am a person. Yes. That is what I am. I want to merge into the morass of humanity and become nondescript, an earthling. I am going to be a regular citizen. Nod when required etc. I will conform and merge into the background nor foreground. I am a person. Just like you and any other. Yet something worries me...