Proudly African And an evolving Africa

I wondered, am I proudly African? What does it even mean being proudly African? I don’t think it was the first time I saw the day being commemorated in the way that it was. For some reason this year felt different.

It felt like the continent is all of a sudden more contained, with restrained movement and travel, but also like it’s an opportunity to think more about ourselves with limited interjection from the outside. On this year’s Africa day, I finally felt the weight of the period spanning March 2020 to date; and that felt like a long stretched out winter evening, although not so romantic. It felt like we have had the past year and some to sit and reflect on a very long day, which is finally coming to an end. So I wondered, how, this year, is Africa reflecting on the past few decades, in these last few moments of day time?