Friday, May 15, 2015

War in Heaven-Ebony springs


This week we saw the dawn of what I will describe as an ebony spring. 
Previously with the exception of Burkina Faso, there were springs emerging from predominantly lighter skinned and mainly Arab Africa. 

Tunisia had emerged from its fog after a young man struggling with employment doused himself in petrol and then lit the match. This event had gone on to bring about an awakening in Egypt whose streets were soon overtaken by crowds of eager demonstrators calling for change. 

In previous blogs I had ruminated about the existence of an imaginary mason dixon line which roughly splits Africa into two sections much like the pre-independence America. I had gone on to describe the nature of this divide along mainly religious lines which also often take on a certain hue. 

So Burkina Faso was a breath of fresh air for many. For the first time, the sons of biblical Joseph seemed to have began a rebellion of sorts after decades and even centuries of casualness and passivity. This marked a spring that was now owned exclusively by black people.

The demonstrations in Burundi seemed to have taken in a similar format however my ears grew attentive when for a brief moment the activity in the streets was referred to as war. What this meant was that there was a brief opportunity to capture the narrative away from the agreements that were singed after the civil war (agreements preventing an extension of term limits) as well as ideas behind hallowed documents such as the constitution. Calling the activity in the city war, would therefore justify a measure of violence and if possible nip in the bud any commitments that would be made by any generals or top cops. 

Maybe this calculation would help prevent any strategic moves by influential leaders to steal the thunder from the activists and civil society groups or citizens for that matter. 

There were and are fears about driving a wedge between the two major ethnic groups a la Rwanda but the text was pretty solid and the variations clear. Regardless of the tribe or the current leader, the people...those that had managed to make it into the streets were calling for a respect of their sacred documents. They were challenging the member of the military to abide to the higher law. Similar sentiments were echoes in previous debates between the Congolese who struggled though the same concerns and other ideas would also emerge in neighboring Rwanda. 

All this was taking place across a complex backdrop of immense mineral wealth as well as the rise of well armed and well funded militias drawing in leaders across the region and causing convoluted relationships between states. 

So the involvement by a section of the army was a welcome development but it has not stolen the show from the civil society and the community at large. What it has revealed is a major or for some minor rift in the military machine and brought about a ratcheting up of an already strained management system. 

And while it might be attractive to summarize such complex ideas in such brief spaces, the hope is that we might distill a little more from the initial awakening in Tunisia which in my view was really about youth and unemployment. It should be noted that even after the massive and in some ways commendable changes in that country, the exodus of bright young North African minds has not ceased. If this is an invasion, then it's strategist has chosen an incredible method-and that by depleting the continent of its most prized possession-it's people. 


Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Regress or Progress: a film series drawn from a continent a far off



Its been a few months since black history month. I am planning to attend the event at the U.S Embassy in Uganda, thrilled that I have access to an impressive library of books and other resources. 
To get to the venue, I will have to negotiate Kampala's interesting transport and infrastructure system. One taxi from Mengo to Kla. The driver pulls a first one and decides to go through Lubaga instead of going down Namirembe Rd. there are some complaints in the Taxi but the driver and his healthy assistance are without response. 

We disembark many of us rather disoriented. The crew that had promised to take us to one destination have changed their minds and their route. I need a quick route to the taxi park that has been designated to take us to the Kansanga, Bunga, Ggaba area. I chose a boda boda. 

The chauffeur will use a complex route of interwoven streets interspersed with white chalk like covered males in narrow stretches of visibly prosperous but not so obvious business places. 
This is a hub of business for millers of maize. It is also home to a large Somali community as well as the headquarters of one of Kampala's most popular Christian ministries. 

Halfway in the chaos, I spot a young lanky dark lady bent and searching for something on the ground. She is barefoot and wrapped in dark clothes and picking beans and corn right behind the massive trucks that are transferring grain into the millers. 

This is not the first time I have seen a similar scene. I have seen this before in Owino Market or St. Balikudembe (they are in a state of peace). 
In another setting an louder lady is doing the same thing and collecting precious beans which she will evidently sell or at least cook for the young one who is not too far from the scene. 

Both women, if I am to go by there garb are Karamojong. A long way from home and living way below the level that Citizens of this country are supposed to live.

Then I remember that I am on my way to see a series covering slavery and it's history in the seventeenth century.