I shared this piece in 2002 with my junior secondary one social studies students in Lagos, Nigeria, whose ignorance of basic African history had shocked me. However, their defense was as sincere as it was telling: "We do not know because no one has taught us." Their response reminded me of an African proverb which says, if you don't know where you're coming from, you'll not know where you're headed. So, I decided to awaken in my students (10-11 year olds) a passion for Africa. And for three years I made sure we grounded every topic we discussed on Africa and African examples.
Here's the first piece I shared with them:
Here's the first piece I shared with them:
Africa my Africa…
Africa of whom my grandmother sings…
I have never known you
But your blood flows in my veins…
Africa tell me Africa
Is this your back that is bent…
But a grave voice answer me
Impetuous child that tree young and strong
That tree over there
Splendid alone amidst white and faded flowers
That is your Africa springing up anew…
(David Diop)
Today most of my
grandchildren know very little about me.
Their parents who should tell them my story know no better. But you, Grandchild, have to
know my past that you may face your future with a determined hope. So, I decided to tell you my story
myself.
Funny enough, there are many versions of the origin of my name. An earlier one says that “Africa” is derived from the Latin aprica, which means “sunny.” A later version maintains that the name came from Ifriqiya, an ancient area in modern day Tunisia, Ifriqiya which, in Tamazight (a northern African language), also means "sunny place."