TELLING THE STORY OF A BOLD AFRICA

Today, on the occasion of African Day, we applaud the grand assemblies, the polished speeches, and the diplomatic handshakes. Yet beneath the ceremonial fanfare, we must ask ourselves whether our finest achievement is the art of lamenting old injustices of colonialism or imperialism. Are we still masters of our own story, or have we become poets of pain, singing the old songs of sorrows like a worn-out drum? We can let bygones be bygones and get focused. We can tell the stories of one of the beautiful mornings in Accra, where young inventors bring dreams to life; stories of Ugandan farmers planting trees whose cool branches will shelter children not yet born. We can tell the stories of the grandeur African Free Trade Area, stories that don’t paint us as beggarly, but a rising continent that is ready to manage and handle its own affairs. These are the stories we should tell. Stories of hope, not tales of endless hurting past. We cannot continue to lick old coloni...