I am sorry...Africa.

Before I commence this blog, I must apologize for not blogging in 2 months. Anyways, here it goes....

Three weeks ago, I had the wonderful opportunity to go on vacation with Anthony and my mother. First, Anthony and I went to Cape Town, 3 days later we were in Durban, where my mother joined us from the NY. After 5 days there, we returned to Jozi where Anthony left to go back to NY and my mother and I left for Zimbabwe 1 day later.

This vacation was much needed since this will probably be my last until graduation. Yikes!

Cape Town, was spectacular! The weather was amazing and we stayed walking distance from the beach! I did not want to leave. On our last night, we did a township tour of Langa. Our guide was well-informed and had tons of patience answering all of our questions. But what struck me was the seclusiveness of Langa! I must say, South Africa (SA) does a great job at hiding its poverty stricken areas. This is especially the case in Cape Town, where you forget you are in SA and feel you are in a small European coastal town. I am not sure about you all, but I hate being bamboozled! Until you move out of the center city of Cape Town and make efforts to go to a township, you will not see all of the real Cape Town. Not everyone is living lavishingly on beachfront properties but many are in informal settlements where their houses are built from metal scraps from a junk yard. Fortunately not all who live in a township live like this, some would be what we consider to be working, middle class folk who cannot afford to make the big jump from living in a township to a suburb. The inability to move then creates this inherent disadvantage since living in a township makes you to go to a township school where bantu education is still norm, a remnant of the pre-apartheid area. Bantu education leaves its pupils with poor foundations in science, math, essential skills and hence the poor likelihood of ever leaving the township due to unemployment or poor income.

What saddens me is that the only glimpse of a Cape Town township is on your way to or from the airport, where you can see the glistening metal roofs along the highway. After that you find yourself in the "Disney Land" of SA.

The story continues folks but now into another country - Zimbabwe. I have my complaints about SA, but it is truly one of the most blessed countries on the African continent. On the other hand, Zimbabwe is SA's antithesis - consistently and desperately poor. My mother and I traveled there to visit Victoria Falls - considered one of the must sees of southern Africa. However it is probably one of the few reasons one would visit Zim (others are its nature/game reserves). Anyways, walking back to our hotel we encountered a young man who was selling souvenirs. He persistently bargained with me over the price of a wooden, although I was obviously not interested. "I will charge you $10American dollars for this, madam. Not too much? Ok, how about in rand?" I told him I did not have any dollars or South African rand, and that I was just not interested in buying anything. And then he said the most amazing thing of all, "How about you pants? I like your pants, let me have them. Or your shirt. I need clothes." I was in shock. Did this young man really ask me for the clothes I was wearing?! Truly, if I did not mind being naked, I would have given him my clothes, but the despair of the Zimbabwean people was obvious- that experience summed it up for me.

Questions poured into my mind. Why does it have to be this way? How could SA be so fortunate yet only mere hours away, Zim is struggling? Why did Oprah set up her school in SA and not Zim?

I then remembered in the late 1990s when present Zim President, Robert Mugabe, announced that he was kicking all of the white farmers off their farms and giving them to their "rightful" owners - the black African population. As a African-American and as an outsider, I thought that it was a courageous act of Mugabe. I agreed that the African soil was for black people and that it made absolute sense to take it back with force if necessary. However, now I realized that not only was this act courageous but was irrational and stupid! How can you give the land to people who were trained to nothing but be subservient to other peoples? How can these people know how operate a farm if they were never trained how to do it? In theory, his plan made sense but in reality he missed the mark - really, really bad.

I guess this explains the success of SA. When Mandela came in office, he preached nonracialism and respect for all the races of SA. He told black South Africans to forgive those who supported the apartheid regime and to move on and look forward to a better SA.

On my way to Zambian airport ( I traveled to Zim via Zambia), my heart saddened as I thought of Zim. Zim was a representative of what any African country could be, when she tried to remove the damages that European colonialism ravaged through its soil.

Will Africa ever be able to sustain itself? Will there ever be peace and prosperity amongst all its countries? I have no answers but I am hopeful. But all I could say was... I am sorry.