Homeless Africans: How we have lost our Kids

Two weeks ago, I met a guy. He is very lovely.

I was reading a book on the “Virtue of Selfishness” written by the most famous Soviet Union un-covert spy and cultural engineer, Ayn Rand.

That lady single handedly infiltrated the American elite, to spread the most extreme form of selfishness and intentional rudeness philosophy, called “objectivism”.

The Soviet Union sent her with the premise that extreme greed and selfishness inside any society elite would ultimately lead to itself destruction.

The belief of the communist party was that capitalism self contradictions would soon or later reach a point where the system would collapse, under unsurmountable class antagonism.

The mission of Ayn Rand was simple: to exacerbate the amount of greed in capitalistic America in order to accelerate itself destruction process.

Ayn succeeded on its mission. She got famous, and created monsters like Alan Greenspan, Ronald Reagan, and most of the deregulators, warmongerers, and right wing conservatives who helped make America into the global monster everyone is scared of.

Her books became the bed side books of the American elite among authors like Machiavelli, Balthazar Gracian, Nietzsche, Sun Tzu, Lao Tzu.

There is nothing special about Ayn Rand mission, all world powers send culture engineers into enemy territories in order to exploit their weakness and destroy their local culture for their own profit.

The current moral corruption and extreme greed and selfishness of the African elite is not an accident. The British and the French did an excellent cultural engineering job during the last 60 years.

Nowadays, those paid to do cultural engineering are called journalists, international anthropologist, and institutes of foreign cultures.

Currently in Africa, the two countries which offer most grants for social studies are the United States (through Africom) and France. The UK still has an unrivaled network on the continent for cultural engineering.

So, this guy interrupted my reading with a message on Facebook. “I’m in Lome. Let’s meet”

He said he is a longtime fan of siliconafrica, and he wishes to meet me.

We met at a bar. He smiled to me and handed me a bag of candies.

“This is a fix for the kids” he said.

“Thanks” I replied.

We spoke for 3 hours. He spoke most of the time.

He is only 27 years old, but much smarter than me and all my books combined. I got no choice that to listen.

“I love your work, and I want to tell you something. You are not alone. We are thousands in your shadow, listening, taking note, debugging our ming everyday. We stand by you. We just can’t be public with that. The monster is still in town hunting down the very people Africa needs to change.” He started.

“I understand what you mean. What brought you to African consciousness?” I asked.

“Before, I left Togo for Europe, my parents warned me about widespread racism and discrimination of Europeans. ‘Be careful they told me. Make sure you avoid mixing with the poor white. They’d hate you for one reason or another, either because you are a black who has better life conditions or because you are smarter, or because you date a good looking white girl, or just because you are in their country. They prone to violence. So be careful’ My parents told me. For my safety, they rented me a flat in an affluent are of the city.” He responded.

“You are lucky your parents were so forward looking. Most migrants have no idea of such things before they would go there” I commented.

“You know what, I did not face any racism or discrimination. In contrary, at university I was very much welcome by my European peers. We spent time together, went for pizza and beer together. We’ve got of lot late night gatherings, and fun having events together. I have to honest, my experience with other students contrasted a lot with what my parents told me… So, I often wondered why? Sure, my university was one of the best in the country; sure I was living in a good area of the city, but I won’t give those things much credits for my overall very positive experience”.

“I know what you mean. When Europeans are young and fun loving, they don’t care much about skin color or people origin. Things often change just after graduation” I commented with a smile.

“Well… Well… You seem to know them well…” My new friend replied

“You know what, I studied there too. And, I worked there for something like 15 years” I said

“Interesting to know. In my case,my experience started changing dramatically just after our graduation ceremony. From fun loving friends and study buddies, we are now in competition for the same job and position in the market. Everyone was then on its own. We did not become enemies, but we watched each other as competitors. And me, as a foreigner was just an unwelcome additional competitors who might take a well deserved position from an indigenous European.
Suddenly, there was a silence around me. It looks like I was alone in the entire universe. Everyone went back to their communities: family, father and mother networks, past scout clubs friends, grand parents and relative networks, all those constitute a solid network to leverage for the new graduate to start in life on good feet.
No one share those networks, they are everyone competitive advantage.
What about me? Where should I look at?
I started looking for African communities and networks for the first time. It took me time, but what I found was unlikely to help me. I made the conclusion that I have no community to back me, so I started looking for indigenous communities to enter.
I became universalist, i need to indoctrinate myself in the belief that we are all humans, that there is no difference between black and white, and as humanity we have the same destiny. It was the time I over drank the KoolAid of such as universalists like Martin Luther King, Mandela, Gandhi. I was ready to believe in anything that would help me belong somewhere, be included in a warm, peer supportive community.

I started knocking at the white people led communities. They all smiled at. “Another lost one, or another community-less one”, they might be thinking. My understanding from my experience is that I was welcome in their community as far I become their maid, a quota filling marketing toy, the exotic smiling attraction kid everyone love to around. A good house Negro,indeed.

You know what, a homeless person don’t have the luxury of drafting its own contracts terms. I therefore put my head down, played the nice guy, and happily filled the quota role.

They helped me and few months later I’ve got my first job since graduation. I was very happy. I was feeling grateful too to the community who helped me out. I strongly felt that my loyalty was more with them than anywhere else.

Now, I’m a man. Now I have the right to reconnect to my old friends from university. They quickly learned about my good news. They came in to celebrate. I was happy to meet them. We all have a position now. I was one the last one, but I comforted myself with some well selected self help quotes to keep my self esteem intact.

Looking back to the whole experience, I understood that what pull our people into alien communities is that the sad reality that we have not build enough places for our people to get peer or seniors support. We are left alone, easy prey to any systems who’d lend us hand in difficult times.

You know what, I now think that the success of the church is also because of a lack of strong community rituals which would give hope and entertainment to our people.

We can not blame our people. All this is the sign of our collective failure to build our own communities. The feeling of belonging is the most primal need of any human being, maybe animals too.

I now have a comfortable position and have resources to help. That’s the reason I like your work. We need to build our own communities. I don’t want my kids to go through the same as me.” He said, almost exhausted but happy to share his story with me.

I was very happy to meet this young man full of energy, high self awareness and an impulse to action.

He shared tens of much more deep observations with me. I was all in admiration.

This morning, I went to greet him before his trip back to Europe. He has a wonderful wife. His mom is such a sweet and beautiful character. His sister is an IT geek. His two cousins of 24 and 25 are respectively fashion cloth designer and lady apparels tailor.

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About Mawuna KOUTONIN

Mawuna Koutonin is a world peace activist who relentlessly works to empower people to express their full potential and pursue their dreams, regardless of their background. He is the Editior of SiliconAfrica.com, Founder of Goodbuzz.net, and Social activist for Africa Renaissance. Koutonin’s ultimate dream is to open a world-class human potential development school in Africa in 2017. If you are interested in learning more about this venture or Koutonin’s other projects, you can reach him directly by emailing at mk@linkcrafter.com.

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