What I appreciated though is the boom of original indigenous music. I thought to myself, at least a form of renaissance is taking place. Gone are the days when people were playing loud Western orientated music from cars without even enjoying neither lyrics nor rhymes. I say this because some years back I once confronted some "friends" about it (loud Western music) and they confessed playing such music for 'pride' and we ended up playing mbaxanga instead. The other thing was the confidence about the economy; people were highly optimistic. Now I do not know from the collapse of the Activox mining initiative in Francistown. To be honest I am depressed about it myself. The news soured my mood. What depressed me most is the level of ignorance amongst our masses.
Moving around I was asked how are things in the Western world. My answers were: The West is running on empty and most of what they say is just casuistry. The responses I was getting were: A black person can never achieve anything without a white man. It is the level of inferiority complex, which made me sick. It is the inferiority complex which made me think, the end, as Niccolo Machiavelli would have put it, justifies the means.
