White African

I am not sure that this is the right place to write this. Several times I have tried to et rid of this blog or extend it into new frontiers. It seems that I am still here to write. The other evening I saw a film titled "I dreamed of Africa". It touched me and by the ending of the film I was given a gift. I understood why we must always go back to Africa. The film is about a couple who go to settle in Kenya with her son. She looses her husband and the son to wilderness. The husband is killed by a buffalo and the son by a poisonous snake bite. The film ends by letting her speak: We came to this extraordinary place and Africa let us live extraordinary lives. Then Africa claimed an extraordinary price that was Africa's privilege. And now it is my privilege to look after Africa herself.

I always meet her in the evenings. She likes to get drunk. We are playing a game. She wants men, but will always detach from you, if you show any interest in her. She only wants men to glance at her ... more than one man. A small women, busy taking. So much talk ... which she herself calls honesty. We are just talking. I have seen her on TV ... another latina desperadas. She is also just very sweet, but cannot control her temper, that is taking her away. How can you look a woman in her eyes, when she is always striking back at you. She will easily forget, that you ever saw her in the first place. She has already continued her strive for attracting masculine glance, but she will eventually return to you to see, if you are still looking after her ... nothing more. She will ask you to introduce her to other men. You will never know, if she really wants only you, but it doesn't matter, because you already know, she is not your kind of girl . Even casual sex probably would have been wor...

What can you do in a foreign City without a coin in your pocket? You will have to stay home in the suburb with the African mama, where they put you as another trafficked girl waiting for permission to go out. She was taken from home by men living abroad. They asked her to come to perform in clubs, but when she arrived, they cancelled all her shows, because somebody stole the posters for the first show. We all know, that there have to be an explanation. The promotor didn't do his job. Maybe that was the reason for asking her to pay her own ticket. He knew that there would be nothing for her in Europe. She thought she would go home on the scheduled time. Sitting and waiting. Every day in cold a room. But the men in black had another plan, that she was not informed about. Only once a week she will get information, when a woman sneaks her way into the house and they whisper in silence. This women has gained some respect by having sex with a man far away. The small woman in the house wi...

It has been silent here for a long time. I am not sure what is happening, but it appears that the white african is not completely dead. His spirit continues to play around with us. He might not be as african as we have been assuming. This can give him another lifetime. I predict that he in the future will broaden his perspective and as such resurrect in one way or another. In any case you will probably see less silence in the weeks to come and hopefully a lot of noise. You are welcome to make some noise yourself.

I am back in Kenya again, where the new cabinet not really has brought peace and silence as expected. There are fightings between the government and the militia from central part of Kenya. In the meantime The White African has appeared as ghost in Kisumu last Sunday. Read more om 'Traveling beyond Limits'

The White African has undergone serious injuries and after some struggle he died. We have been up country (deep in the village) for the burial. Therefor it has been silent here for a while. As far the future is concerned it is very uncertain. I have already been spacing from 'travelling beyond limits' for some time. Maybe better know as 'six zero nothing'. It is also where you can find the remains of The White African. Right know I am still resting in Kampala ... my african home as the late Jimmy Katumba used to sing.

I have finally realised the profane difference between European civilisation and everybody else. It is comparable to the relationship between tolerans and respect. In Europe we find that respect is a very strong word, which we cannot easily take into our mouth. Instead we choose to tolerate you. That enable us to keep a certain distance to everyone. Whereas respect requires a closer look. In contrary to what Europeans feel, respect will not necesarrily compromise your integrity.