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 They have taught me that people of my kind are black, and that white is the opposite of black.

I took a second look at my sister. She is not black. I have seen a very hard, heavy,

dark-coloured wood before. My sister is ebony. 

 

 

The Second Slavery Ship

By Hakeem Babalola

 

The boat came ashore. It was a huge boat, and enough to contain a billion people. The lettering still reads SSS. My brother, sister, and I struggled to embark, thinking Success Story Ship. I still do not know how we misinterpreted the inscription on that scorching day. But I remember that many people had struggled to board that big boat. I still remember how certain parents abused and flogged their unwilling kids. They must enter the Success Story Ship. They must go learn the white man magic – to enslave their peers and, or the unfortunate ones.

It was like yesterday. I remember a man and a woman wearing white uniforms. They are not as white as the uniform, but everyone called them white. It was not until I managed to enter onto the ship that I took a closer look. The woman is closer to red, while the man is more of pink. I was confused. My English and history teacher always referred to people of this kind as white. They have taught me that people of my kind are black, and that white is the opposite of black. I took a second look at my sister. She is not black. I have seen a very hard, heavy, dark-coloured wood before. My sister is ebony. 

It was the woman who smiled at me. My stomach rumbled and fear came onto me. It was as if she knew my thought. At this point I wanted to tell her that her colour was red and not white, but I dismissed the thought, for she might refuse to ship me to their land. If that had happened, my father would have killed me. My father would have rebuked me saying, “Curiosity kills the cat”. I had seen how much respect my father had for these people. As a kid, I grew up knowing that people like this woman are superior. Like my forefathers, my own father worships white man.

I did not smile back. I was just occupied with the reasons behind my teachers calling her white, and why they insist I am the opposite of her; why my father holds her in high esteem; why my father had said he would kill me if I couldn’t make it to the white woman land. It pained me that I have to listen to my father’s voice. “White man is superior.”    

The woman came nearer. She flashed another smile. It was radiant but my quick glance detected something suspicious. Her uniform even attracted me more than herself. I did not look up even when she tapped me on my shoulder.

"Young man," she said. "What's on your mind?"

My heart leapt. "Nothing," I lied.

I must have disappointed my father, for he had told me several times never to show my emotion, especially to the "white man".

"You must have been thinking about the journey…"

For the first time I looked at her penetrating eyes. It was like that of my grandmother's dark cat. And so she began:

"This is SSS. We have brought it for a purpose. It is a long time project, and it's all over this continent. We know that you're intelligent people. We know that given the chance you people would become world power. But that would be over the white man's dead body. Your continent shall remain a dumping ground quite a while. And I am not talking about half a century. Much longer! This is how it has been planned. Forget about debt cancellation, poverty eradication in Africa, AIDS for Africa. These are all slavery slogans. And we know it.

"The only way out for you people is to reject white man's system. As long as you follow him, be sure you will never beat him in his own game. You have to develop your own unique line of thought – quite different from ours. Some deep thinkers among you have proposed this line of thought but are being rebuked as lunatics. Anyway, we won’t let you discover yourselves. We would confuse you the more because it is a do or die affair…Your only hope is revolution but we would prevent that at all cost.

"This ship is a metaphor of our message. We had thought we would use force to recruit young men and women but see, you all aboard voluntarily. I am sure that the brightest among you are on this ship, meaning the future of your continent is in our palm. My colleagues and I were actually dumbfounded to see many of you being caned by your parents for a place on this ship. But young man, there's a possibility to turn this journey into another SSS (Success Story Ship). However, you must be ready to do more than just follow...follow like your so-called leaders.

"We are actually making a research about the thinking faculty of leaders in Africa. We are curious about their instinct to kill the best to grow. For example, we would like to know why any reasonable government would allow its future to be easily taken away as it is happening on this very ship. We really want to know why they must kneel before the White House in order to feel important. In fact we want to know whether leaders in Africa do think or not. When are they going to realise that we don’t respect beggar, but your leaders are professional beggars; we don’t respect moron, but your leaders are close to being morons…" 

Two things had struck me about this woman: her candid double-talk and her ability to read my mind. A gift I would later know as the science of mental life. My grandmother had been good at it, too. I remember people always troop to our house in order to benefit from her wise counsel. Her prediction was always accurate. And then one day, the same people stoned her to death. “You’re a witch,” they shouted.

The woman's harangue was the vehicle by which I rode to my own thought. As we continued the voyage in which I have already lost many of my brothers and sisters (some swept away by water, some died of hunger, some committed suicide, some executed), I began to torture myself. Why did they murder my grandmother for being an oracle who was benevolent to her society? Who killed Fela Anikulapo-Kuti? What killed Bob Marley? What prevents African intellectuals like Chinua Achebe, Wole Soyinka, Ali Mazrui, Niyi Osundare, etc., from living permanently in their continent? Why do African rulers siphon money and/or prefer to die in white woman land? Is it because they have – at one time or another – boarded the Second Slavery Ship?

Happy Birthday to Bob Marley  @ February 2007 mysmallvoice@yahoo.com

posted 18 February 2007

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