A Word For The African Child.

Yesterday, was the 16th of June, a day the African Union and its Member States observe #TheDayofTheAfrican Child (DAC) as a commemoration of the 16th June 1976 student uprising in Soweto, South Africa, where students who marched in protest against apartheid-inspired education, were brutally murdered.

It made me ponder my experiences, growing up as a brown girl in a nation where imported cultures, Education, political systems and societal norms are constantly at loggerheads with the core cultures and values of Africa.

I thought about the mixtures that have caused a deep set identity crisis in the heart of the average African Child. It's funny how we are conditioned by Western education, seek out occupations that tally with those expectations and feel unlucky or dumb when the desire to be who we really are, rejects the social conditions we are born into.

Dear African child, you need not be depressed because your bones grew too thick for the norms. You don't have to be downcast by a strange unworthiness that never knew you by name, labels and expectations that never walked the red soil with bare feet to feel the pulse of your heart without exploiting you.

You are unique and your value remains incorruptible. Like an eagle you do not need anyone's permission to break free, soaring against fierce winds is in your DNA. So write, code, design, build, educate, learn, love, swim, explore, play, speak!, Dream, execute
... Fly Child, Fly.

Inspired by: @girls.voices


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