independence


I just landed in La Guardia and got into a taxi heading off to Manhattan. I settled in and gave the driver the details of my hotel. I was surprised – he was one of the few taxi drivers in New York with a New York accent. Imagine that. An ex-firefighter he told me. He leaned back in that taxi driver way and half looking over his shoulder asked me where I am from (out the corner of his mouth the way taxi driver do). “South Africa”, I replied, not really thinking about it. He went quiet for a little bit – no small feat for a New York taxi driver. I could see him frowning at himself – thinking what to say in reply. He leaned back and said, “So where is that?” Huh? “Hum, it is a country in the Southern part of Africa”, I replied – not sure what to actually say. Silence again. I could see his eyes in the review mirror and it was clear he had no idea where to go with this conversation. He looked at me in the review mirror and said, “So, who’s the President of Africa?” WTF? How do I answer that one? “Well. Hum”, was all I could initially think of saying. Silence from my side trying to figure out an answer. Do I ask if he has ever heard of Nelson Mandela? Do I explain Africa is a continent and not a country? Do I say South Africa is the name of a country? No wait – I got it. I looked at him and said, “Robert Mugabe”.

I mean really. What was I going to say?

I am from Africa. Here’s the problem with that. If I said I am from America what would you think? US of A right? There is only one America in the eyes of the world. When people talk about America they don’t mean the continent, they mean the country. But in Africa we have the opposite problem. People think Africa is just some uniform place somewhere off the coast of Australia or England. Yeah, many people think we are just a single entity with people who are all the same no matter where you go.

You can find Italian Americans in the USA and French Canadians in Canada, but there is no such thing as an Italian African or French African. Except if they got lost in the Dakar Rally somehow. No. To the world we are just Africans in Africa. All the same. A uniform country where we all speak Swahili or some or other version of clicking noises. (The God’s must be Crazy is seen as a hard hitting documentary!)

I wish we were this uniform. It would make things a bit easier. I mean really. In South Africa we have 11 official languages. And it doesn’t mean that if you knew one that you would know the other. Nope. It’s like Spanish and English – completely foreign to each other. Oh, we have some words we share – lekker and bakkie being a few we share in South Africa. Some more can be found at A-Broader View. Can you imagine 11 official languages? But we do have something in common. We are South African. And fiercely proud of it. Like all other countries we believe that our country is the greatest on this earth. A blessing from God. And we use our own criteria – like all other countries. The US measures it in wealth and the “American dream”. The German on their efficiency. The Brits on fish and chips, and warm beers. We measure ours on our past that we have overcome. That ours are the most just of societies. Where people from all backgrounds, ethnic groups, sexual orientation and religions can hang out together and have fun. Yes our great spirit is never better seen than when we are having a party. Which is most of the time. Oh, and don’t forget that we are the world champions in rugby, ranked number one in cricket for One Day Internationals and a string of players in the Top 20 in golf – and guess who will host the 2010 Soccer World Cup? Yeah! South Africa – the greatest nation in the world! (According to South Africans and a few of the most informed and wisest citizens of other countries.)

You know why Africans always smile and wave at each other? Because we are to sh*t scared of opening our mouths and having to speak to the other person. Which language do we pick? We have over 2,000 languages in Africa. So it makes it a bit difficult to pick one. Okay, we have the colonialist to thank for giving us English and French – most of us can speak one of the two. Badly, yes. But we can somehow communicate with each other. And a beer always helps to make the understanding a bit easier.

Here’s my other problem with people thinking of Africa as a country. I was on NewsBusters to “engage” them. If that’s what you want to call it… Well. Not everyone appreciated my superior wit and intelligence. (Hah – stop laughing!) What I found odd was that they always started talking about Africa and how bad it was – full or wars, Marxists, failed states, poverty etc. Well, they only did this when I pointed out flaws in some of their arguments – such as Obama not being Muslim or President Bush was maybe not a war hero. And then they got even more pissed when I started talking about Africa.

You see, Africa has many failed states. But we also have many good ones. Zambia, for instance, is more Swiss than the Swiss themselves. Yes, Zambia is as poor as you can get. Nothing there but some copper and poverty. They don’t even have a sea – they are landlocked. But Zambia has the friendliest people in the world Never been in a war – inside or outside their borders. And Botswana has been a fast growing economy for as long as I can remember. And Mozambique is growing at an enormous rate since the end of the war and offer so much in tourism. And Senegal has one of the greatest Presidents of Africa and the world – Wade. And…

Yes. There is a Zambia for every Zimbabwe. A Senegal for every Sudan. For every Equatorial Guinea an Egypt. A Botswana for Burundi. We are as diverse as the 52 independent states (60 if you include the territories) in Africa. As different as our languages. As straight or as crooked as our borders. We are black, brown, grey, white, pink, yellow – and any other shade you can think of. We are a crazy bunch who don’t get borders but will defend it to the death. We are mad, sometimes bad, too often sad, but always glad. We might not be a country. But we are Africans. And proud of it. Robert Mugabe or not.

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Democracy. Ah, good old democracy. It’s been the hot new ideological toy that almost every country wants for their birthday for the last few years, if not centuries. But what is it? What makes a democracy a democracy? I always thought I knew what it meant. But then I was reminded that democracy is in the eye of the beholder. You see, Gen Moeen U Ahmed said that Bangladesh needs its own brand of democracy. So what type do they want? And when is a democracy a democracy? I don’t know – it’s all a bit confusing.

My problem really started in South Africa where I was born. The government of the day (or regime of the day would be closer to the truth) told us we lived in a democracy. Can’t you see? People are allowed to vote for who they want in their government. But that was the snag – “their government”. People had to be classified according to their race and only those of similar race could vote for “their government”. Democracy was too good to share with everyone. But we got to know that this type of democracy wasn’t really all they claimed it to be. It wasn’t what it said on the box. And we threw our toys and got ourselves a new one. We called our new version the one-person-one-vote democracy. Where every persons vote counted as one no matter what the color of your skin, sexual preferences, type of dog you liked etc – and the person and party who got the most votes won! It was revolutionary. I mean really. It was the toy that fitted all our needs and we all wanted to play – a bit like the Wii compared to a game of cards (or a house of cards I guess).

I got a pretty good handle at democracy back then. I liked it. And then the US had their election in 2000. And the guy with the least votes won. What the hell? What version is that? Version 1.1? It felt a bit like someone trying to sell me GI Joe that was so 80′s. Just a shame the guy who ‘won’ was not a real GI. Just a doll dressed up. But they talk tough – just pull the corporate string at the back and listen to him sing. Anyway, I digress. Democracy was obviously not about who won the popular vote. It was about the “will of the people”. And some people just counted for a little bit more than others.

Oh yes, that was another snag in the democracy package you should read. Some votes count for more. Why? Because those living in “go-knows-where-or-why-ville” feels that it would be wrong if those city slickers meant as much to the country as them. Nope. Those out in the sticks wanted a little more for themselves. No plain old Barbie for them. No, they wanted Fairytopia Barbie. With wings and all. So some votes still count more than others. But I knew that at least I had one thing that made sense – people who vote in a democracy are citizens from that country voting for who they want. Right?

And then I went to the UK for a few years. But I remained Proudly South African. And election time came and they started asking me who I was going to vote for! What the…? Yes, I could vote in the UK even though I was not a UK citizen – only a legal resident. They argued that I pay taxes and should therefore have a right to vote. I wasn’t going to argue and went to vote. But I that was odd though. Because I was a South African voting in the UK, but I couldn’t vote in the South African election. Because you have to be in the country to vote in South Africa (makes sense with our limited budget you see). Now I got it though. A democracy is where X marks the spot*. (This spot can mean different things though depending on where you live. Please read the small print). Democracy with strings attached, but at least I knew you put a X next to the person you like to vote for

And then the bloody Swiss allowed me to visit them without a visa. I couldn’t vote – I was really only on a short trip there. But what did I find? People voting by putting up their hand! Yes, just standing around on the village square and voting by hand. And I thought the Swiss were so far ahead of us with their clocks and cheeses. So no X needed.

Moved to the USA and they gave me another more detailed version. First you have primaries – not linked to primates, but they act almost like a bunch of primates with the throwing of poo and constant scratching. Okay, I lie about the scratching. I don’t get it. Primaries and caucuses. But I guess it works out somehow. Still odd though. You can win the popular vote and then still lose the primate race. Don’t get it, but I have sensory overload when trying to get my head around it. It’s a bit like a box of monkeys – too many of them, but you know they all link somehow. Oh, and I couldn’t vote in the US even though I live there and pay taxes. Not complaining. But it makes keeping track of who I support a bit more difficult.

Every place have their own system. In Nigeria you need to win most of the states and not only the popular vote – just too make sure a person from one group or religion does not make promises to one group only. In Cuba they have the Ford version of democracy – you can vote for anyone you like as long as it is for the only guy nominated by Fidel. And in Zimbabwe you can vote for anyone as long as his name is Bob and his surname is Mugabe.

So, General Moeen, be careful when you pick your democracy. Read the back of the pack carefully to make sure which version you have. Your operating system might not support this game – and you will need an upgrade to Democracy 2.0. Democracy is like a Transformer toy. It can be anything you want it to be. It’s still much better than not having a toy at all.

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It’s the latest in nation hipness. It’s the fashion statement for global mapmakers. It’s the must have of the Eastern European border walks everywhere. Even Paris Hilton thinks it’s hot (okay, I made that one up). Yes, it’s the declaration of independence that all the rage right now. And Kosovo is the hot new independence date. She just declared herself independent and ready for a date with any ideology of her choice. What is this all about and when will Africa grab her slice of the independence cake?

It seems as if everyone has had their chance to declare themselves independent over the last decade or two decades. The World Bank looked at 129 countries when they did their World Development Report back in 1988. The 2007 report had 181 countries. Almost growing faster than the world population I think.

Of course there will always be a spurned lover. Kosovo breaking up with Serbia has not gone down well with the Eastern European family. Serbia is refusing to accept that the relationship is over. And his bigger aunt, Mother Russia, isn’t taking this lying down either. We haven’t seen the end of this stormy relationship yet. Hey, they courts still need to decide whether they can divorce or not. And we know that the UN court has never been the fastest in delivering a verdict.

But what’s with all this independence all of a sudden? Well, it is partly because the borders were artificial (like most borders). And it didn’t take into account people and their differences. The borders of the mind. They just grouped people together and forced them to live with each other. It was okay for a while, but people still had their differences. They just managed to live together and have fun together. And there were other things to worry about – like Mother Russia coming to town for a stay.

But the world kept on telling them that each individual is more important than the group. So people started believing that they are all different. And started hanging out with people they thought were more like themselves. Language, food and culture. Whatever they felt could hold them together. And they jumped on the chance once Mother Russia left the building.

Of course it also helped that people were told that they should get a little something for themselves. It’s at the heart of capitalism. Not saying it is wrong. Just that it tells people they should get something for themselves first and the group comes later. And this was translated into getting your own piece of land and some goodies you can call your own. Politicians jumped on this. What’s better than running your own country. Tell the people that they are being exploited by others and that they deserve their own country and bang – you have the immaculate conception of a nation. Something from nothing.

It’s made even easier if the country you belong to goes to war. You don’t want war. So why should you be pulled into all this. Best way to get out of war? Declare yourself independent. Tell everyone you want nothing to do with war. Who will fight you on this? Except of course those who are in war, but that’s a minor detail. Kosovo pulled this one on Serbia. Serbia was out beating up family members and Kosovo got a bit worried that they might be next. Like breaking up won’t send them over the edge?

But why isn’t this happening in Africa? Have you seen the borders lately? The borders between African countries today are products of colonial era boundary-making. Africa’s boundaries were, for the most part, arrived at with no reference at all to the social or cultural characteristics of the people they divided. Have you noticed all the straight lines? More than 40% of Africa’s border follow straight lines and another 30% curved lines. It was drawn with a ruler and a bendy straw. That’s what they mean by divide and conquer. Just cut it up with straight line and bendy bits – I’ll take this side and you take that side. And those borders divide people. More than 170 ethnic and cultural groups are divided by these artificial borders. (Of course this makes for a great sociological experiment for those academics out there.)

Every now and again we hear groups want to break away in Africa. The most ridiculous being those few white ‘boere’ in South Africa that wants to have their own country called Orania. But they are a small fringe group and not a reflection of the broader Afrikaner community in South Africa. We just don’t have declarations of independence happening often in Africa.

Maybe it is because we still believe in people more than individuals. Maybe it is because we are always fighting each other or loving each other. We can’t make up our minds so we don’t have time to think of independence. We are too dependent on each other to declare independence.

Or maybe it is because no one actually cares whether anyone in Africa declares independence. I was lying earlier when I said almost no one tries to declare independence in Africa. Every country has its own group trying to declare independence. It’s just that they can’t get it right. But they don’t have oil and they don’t act as a buffer between Uncle Sam and Mother Russia. People just don’t care if you try to declare independence in Africa. You think anyone would have cared if Kosovo was in Africa?

But maybe it is also because we do see ourselves as African. We know we can be Nigerian or Ethiopian or Kenyan or Congolese or whatever. And we’ll support our teams when we play each other in soccer. But we also know that we are one. We have something in common that no border can stop. You know it when you walk into a shebeen in Soweto or a bar in NY. Put two Africans in a room and we will be drawn to each other no matter where we are or how many other people are hanging out at the drinking hole. We know we are one on this continent of ours. We are in no way perfect. We always fight with each other and struggle each day. But we know each other and trust each other more than we trust or know ourselves. And way more than we trust anyone from outside our borders…

We know that you can never really be independent. How independent are you? You think Kosovo will be independent? Think again. They will have to pick their friends carefully and build new relationships. No man is an island – and the same goes for countries. You can’t make it on your own. Independence is a fallacy. It doesn’t happen.

But be careful. There might be an independence coming your way soon. You never know if your neighbor wants their own little piece of land to call their own. And be especially weary if they eat different food and speak in a funny language or accent. Be careful. The next Global Independence Day might be coming to a town close to you.

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