I had a wonderful time yesterday after speaking with my lovely wife, Lola (it was our wedding anniversary). It was at the African People's Convention.
I had been to the APC's club house with akins from the Yoruba parapo group here and during general discussions over beer the APC's president had invited me to come over yesterday and give some insight into pan-Africanism/afro-centricity and organising that could be useful for the group, drawing from my experience. I did and after the (monthly) meeting, the weekend clubbing of the clubhouse swung into full steam!
At this juncture, I must introduce Dr. Omar Hassan...the new friend I made yesterday.
Omar, a vet doc with post-graduate qualiications in English language and lit. as well was at the tram station when I got there...a bit tipsy, so to speak. He reached out to me as a black man, and I did decide to patiently humour him...it turned out to be a wise decision. The old guy (should be close to 60yrs) happened to have been one of the pan-African activists that took Kwame Nkrumah's corpse from the hospital to the airport at Bucharest in '72. He actually took me to his home where I met his Rumanian wife (she was initially uptight; Omar who seems a very friendly person said that a few black bros he met just like that and brought to live in his house till they found their feet stole stuffs. She however later warmed up to me). She said she loves Rumania as much as we love Africa...but loves the Euro more. She (believing I'd also come to stay) "prophesised" that I would be saying a similar thing and long live deutcheland! in the next five years!
....lest I forget, Dr. Omar is from Somalia and has been in deutcheland for two decades + now.....one of the countless brains of our lands lost to the benefit of Europe and the abyss of attempts to drown the frustrations of a fantasy: a home that is only faintly remembered, in the ocean of bacchus....?
