Time To Face Some Home Truths

By mobkay

There has been recent drama on the social network site, twitter, – the latest coming yesterday – concerning a certain tweep not adding up to her wealth status, and consequently showing off (rather telling what she owns). Yesterday’s drama, just like the others before, led to different reactions from different quarters. Well that was just it. What made me wonder was the extent to which people milled around the story wanting to get a piece of everything, whether helpful or not. It reminded me of something I read somewhere.

I came across a blog that, while it was hard hitting and uncomfortable at the time, forced me to think about our attitudes to ourselves and the outside world. Written by one Field Ruwe, a US based Zambian media practitioner and author, it recounts – in brutal detail – a conversation he had with a passenger seated next to him on a transatlantic flight.

His companion, a white man, introduced himself with rather startling disclosure that he had visited Zambia three years ago as part of an IMF delegation “that came to rip you guys off!” He went on to say that he was no longer with the IMF but another organization ‘with similar intentions’. He told Ruwe that the broker he worked for had acquired a chunk of the country’s debt.

He then went on to make himself even more pleasant by asserting that all African leaders, bar one or two,” had fallen for the old-carrot-and-stick trick.” Implying that they had been corrupted by organisations such as his.

If this was not enough, he launched into a stinging attack against Africans. “You guys are as stagnant as the water in a lake. We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and live morsels-crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That cornmeal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small fish you call kapenta is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take the catfish. I am the Bwana and you are the Muntu. I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs.”

Somehow Ruwe restrained himself from responding much more robustly than with mere words against what seemed clearly a racist attack.

This is when his intercolour seemed to turn turtle. He said he was not racist but only speaking the truth. He said that apart from skin pigmentation, all scientific research has shown that there was absolutely no difference between black and white people. “And yet I feel superior,” he said, adding, ”Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person. The white person who picks up garbage or the homeless white trash on drugs feels superior to you no matter his status or education. I can pick up a nincompoop from New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Lusaka and you will all be crowding around him chanting mzungu (white person) and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me why, my angry friend.”

At this point, I had to admit that much as I disliked doing so, he had a point. How many times have we confronted embarrassing situations when Africans, usually the higher –ups, make fools of themselves before white people, no matter what their status? We look away and don’t mention it but in our hearts we know it is true.

The white man then went on to spell out the causes for this deplorable situation. “You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you, not those poor starving people, who are the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”

He went on to say that the ordinary African was the hardest working person in the world but was being let down by the elite who spent all their time having a jolly time instead of working hard and using their intellect and education to solve the continent’s problems and change the situation. “Get over this white-skin syndrome and begin to feel confident. Become innovative and make your own stuff, for God’s sake.”

It is tough to take but you have to admit he is right. Why are we not producing our own machines and equipment, why are we not solving our own water and sanitation problems, why is it that we have not yet managed a green revolution? Why do we keep waiting for someone from outside to solve our problems?

Is it not time we stop looking outside for the causes of our problems and their solutions and instead take our own destinies in our hands and go forth and create the world we want? Others have done it, what are we waiting for?


Breath of Life Concert

A man’s true wealth is the good that he does in this world to his fellows – Moliere

Frank Muriuki is a vocalist with the best gospel group of 2012, Adawnage. His father, Josphat Muriuki, 59, has melanoma (skin) cancer. He is currently admitted at MP-Shah Hospital where they are administering Radiotherapy and Chemotherapy. He has also had to undergo various surgeries including lower leg surgery in December 2009; upper (thigh) surgery in December 2010; Head surgery to remove a tumour in February 2012; and a surgery to reduce the size of his prostrate in May 2012. Due to the expenses involved, the family’s accounts and savings have run dry. Frank has had to postpone his wedding twice already due to his dad’s medical condition.


Breath of Life Concert

Breath of Life Concert is a fund raiser concert aimed at offsetting the medical bills that have so far been incurred by Josphat. This coming Saturday, 9th June, 2012, make a date with Adawnage Band, Zidi the Band, Dann Number 8, Pitch 5 band, Revelation Crew, Webi, Carlisto among others at St James Buruburu (Multi Purpose Hall) from 3:00 PM to 6:00 PM. The best part is that it will cost you only Kshs. 200 and all proceeds will go towards the payment of Josphat’s medical Bill. St. James Buruburu is situated at the junction just after Safaricom Centre and Equity Bank Buruburu. To get to the venue, use a No. 58 Doubl M bus from the City Centre.


You can also support the family pay the bills by sending whatever little or great you may have to these M-Pesa lines: 0720 612 699 (Frank) and 0720 612 698 (Harry, Frank’s brother). For more information, you can get in touch with Frank or Harry (numbers given above). You can also follow the Breath of Life Concert on facebook or tweet @adawnage on twitter.


Let us come on board and help the Muriuki’s at this hour of need.


Flatter not thyself in thy faith in God if thou hast not charity for thy neighbour – Francis Quarles.

Also read Sammy’s post