Its seems the world as we know it is topsy turvy. You name it, this year it has happened, and we’re only halfway through August. The disappearance of MH370 that heralded in the New Year continued throughout the year with other aviation crashes, and near misses. Then there was the disappearance of 200 school girls in Norther Nigeria yet to be found. It seems this world is large enough to swallow anything whole. The old clashes in the Gaza has erupted once again like a festering wound, which world leaders cannot ignore. The words ‘terrorism’ is closer to our lips than ever since 9 -11 with the insurgence of ISIS and the unthinkable atrocities being committed to ethnic and religious minorities. And then there’s Ebola; never have I witnessed such fear of a disease, especially from those in the West. It makes the scourge of the H1N1 virus seem like a common cold.
And then there’s all the questions Ebola raises; the dialogue, discussions. Why hasn’t a vaccine been developed? Why Zmapp not available en mass? How did it get so bad? What is the international community doing about it? Is it even their responsibility? One theme that arises consistently through the turmoil is an undisputed theory that had an outbreak of this nature occurred in the West it most likely would not have reached such a crisis. The spread of this disease has no doubt been exacerbated by the poor infrastructure and the ill equipped medical facilities of the countries involved. Another troubling statistic to mar the continent. And so we are back to seeking answers to the age old question of “Why is Africa still struggling with what seems like the basics of a sound society?”
So the question is how did it get like that?
Why is it that Africa (and yes I purposefully refer to the continent here) is so often known for all the negative things that happen there? Why is it that most of its 54 countries are linked to poverty and lack? When will these countries make it out of the ‘developing’ list to the much coveted ‘developed’ elite? Who put them there anyway and why do we call them that? Where did it all start? How? Whose fault is it? Is anyone to blame? How do we solve this? What exactly are we trying to solve?
So like me you may or may not have journeyed through these questions…. I have pondered them for years, decades in fact. Over the next few weeks allow me to journey with you in the exploration of these questions, and I invite you to join me. I seek to explore and to find. What exactly I’m looking for I don’t know. But what I do know is that I will find.
“Perhaps there are those who are able to go about their lives unfettered by such concerns. But for those like us, our fate is to face the world as orphans, chasing through long years the shadows of vanished parents. There is nothing for it but to try and see through our missions to the end, as best we can, for until we do so, we will be permitted no calm.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, When We Were Orphans