realities and musings of an ethiopian diasporian
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When watching television with an African presenter, when they make a grammatical error, we as the audience cringe at their incompetence. Yet when Italians, Germans and French do the
same we do not cringe. We are ashamed of who we are and spend so much time trying to be someone else. We need to be proud of our unique essence.
‘People say to me, “What’s it like being an African woman?” I am also an economist. Nobody should be bogged down by how other people define them. People have said I’m not really African. Yes, I am. Those people are wrong and it’s not my business to correct them if they can’t be bothered to go to Africa and look around and see that there really are African doctors and lawyers. People have a penchant for horror stories, but that’s not the way people live [in Africa]. Of course there are wars and disease but in a population of a billion you could argue it’s relatively isolated cases. It’s not the case that the whole continent is in civil war and people are dying of HIV/Aids.’
Whenever a taboo is broken, something good happens, something vitalizing. Taboos after all are only hangovers, the product of diseased minds, you might say, of fearsome people who hadn’t the courage to live and who under the guise of morality and religion have imposed these things upon us.