For the last one month and half, I was living in a small village in the deep south east part of Togo.
I often hung out with nearby folks.
One night, the weather was great and many people were out include few white people.
After sharing some drinks with my usual folks, and up to head back home, I said to a buddy “These white people are really nice people”.
To my statement the guy repulsively smiled, and replied “They are nice until you want the same thing as they want. Try to compete with them and you’ll see their true nature…”
He started laughing loud in a suppressed, compulsive way, unable to complete his sentence. I understood he was afraid to say more.
Something I have consistently found here, in deep informal conversation, about Africa problems is a constant fear of the White people.
People would smile openly to them and take whatever they could offer, but deep down they know they are nice only when they are in control. They would turn violent otherwise, and their violence is often extreme.
As an intellectual, I have devoted some time to inquiry about the violent nature of Europeans in Africa. I’ve written few posts about the topic and one the most popular is the one below: