Welcome to Je m’appelle Amazing Africa
I am not perfect but am still awesome – Je m’appelle Amazing Africa.
Have you ever caught a taxi in the heat of Douala, a matatu in the scorching sun of Nairobi, a danfo in Lagos or a Kombi in Johannesburg the city of gold, and engaged in such intense conversations with absolute strangers that you hope to meet them again during the next days commute?
Have you ever attended a village meeting on a Sunday, where tempers run high, finances do not add up and your name features in the headlines of last week’s gossip, but you look forward to next Sunday’s meeting with every breath of anticipation?
Have you ever woken up to the sound of a cock crow in a remote village with no Google coordinates – you call it home – and the freshness of the air, the love next door caressing both your heart and spirit?
What makes you tick as an African?
Others have told us their stories of greatness, their skyscrapers, fancy machines and state-of-the-art technology. They left out the lonely train rides and empty mansions. We have been weighed on their terms and found wanting for the most part. This is your time to tell your story of amazing Africa.
Our stories of greatness will not be measured by gold or silver, but by our connections to our land, to our people, our communities, to our ancestry.
Wherever you are, if you are crazy in love with Africa, share your memories and stories of your Amazing Africa. Share the moments that make you feel deeply proud of your people.
Let’s change the narrative, one fond story at a time!
Articles
It seldom happens that I agree with everyone, and with everything that has been said. It so seldom happens that this feeling of being in complete agreement is unsettling and somewhat uncomfortable. But I must admit that for the first time in a long time, Rwanda gave me a thousand reasons to jump with ease…
The ocean was whispering and its gentle whistler pierced through our first-floor apartment overlooking it. Inside, the early morning gentle echo was greeted with excitement, loud kiddy noises, and a tangible energy of anticipation.
It’s been a long, long time since I last made a stop at my local community market in Bonassama, ancienne route Bonaberi – Douala. But it hasn’t been such a long time since I was last home.
