I find that I cannot really leave Africa behind. When I am far from red dirt roads and equatorial sun, she comes to me in new and different aways. This last week, I had three days of meetings in Michigan. This is one of those moments where Africa was alive.
We were sitting around in the evening following a day of meetings, debates, and much food. The room was grand – at least two stories tall, a wall of windows greeting the forest, and comfortable couches and chairs that swallow you whole. A dear Nigerian friend, flowing skirts of vibrant colors, was telling stories – telling us the facts of a Nigerian life. Her voice was as soft as her skin, magically drawing us into her beauty and her living history.
You see, that is the problem with Nigerians – they would never do that. They would hear the sound outside their home and they would never think to investigate. That is how we know that that Western movies cannot be true. A woman (or a man) would hear a sound or see something, and get up to investigate. They would say, “I will be back and let you know what it is.” But in Nigeria, we are all quite religious. The ones who are Muslim, will take out the Koran and start praying. The ones who are Christian will read their Bibles and pray. And the ones who practice traditional religions will do their thing. But we will never go to investigate. We will stay inside, away from that thing. We will never go to see, to learn. That is how we know Western movies are not true.
It is the problem of our society.