“The scramble for Africa may be over, but the struggle for her history, her art, her literature, and her children rages on unabated.”

History is simply the events as seen by a particular group, usually the ones with the mightiest pens and the most indelible ink.

Africa is like a premature infant, defenseless, undernourished, and underdeveloped, unable to sustain life. It needs intensive care, a plethora of complex Western technology: emergency aid, life-support systems, and constant monitoring. Its lungs are still pleural buds not yet ready to inhale the sweet aroma of industrialism; its heart manages only

You, however, have dual citizenship, even global citizenship. You must absorb multiple frames of reality. Keep your eyes wide open. Take in the good and reject the bad insofar as you perceive them. Remember that your ultimate destination is the home that you have left. Africa will be whatever you and others like you make of it. Without you, it is

After all, Mukoma Byron had been an almost-perfect seed and the Western soil was ideal, rich, and nurturing. How, then, could such an experiment yield such rotten fruit? It was like a perfect recipe, full of the finest ingredients, that when prepared bears a poisonous repast.

“Foreign cash is not the answer to our problems, my friend. Africa needs the hearts and minds of its sons and daughters to nurture it.

If our brightest minds go and never return, then it is no wonder that we have poor leadership to guide our nations, that we have no engineers to run our machinery, no doctors to staff our hospitals, no professors to fill our universities, and no teachers to educate the generations to come. How can we move forward if our future Mandelas are content

The extended family is your community, your own emotional, financial, and cultural safety net. It is Africa’s most powerful resource.

Why should she or I give up the name we have had all our lives when our husbands do not? Who made us the accommodating gender? Men have stability and constancy in their identity. If you are born Mazvita Allen Maseko, you remain Mazvita Allen Maseko until you die. Not so for a woman. No indeed. Our names must be a reflection of our relationship to