The Place I Come From

I come from a place of reasonably educated humans.

Historians.

Journalists.

Scientists.

Philosophers.

Critical thinkers–name it, anyone that has walked the corridors of Universities. Fun fact though: the place I come from, everyone looks the same. Brainwashed—white flock of good sheep, we are. We were made to be—all of us! And everyone is happy, from the place I come. Satisfied with the status quo.

Terror and fear reigns. Conformity is virtue. Deviation from the mainstream is prohibited and punished. Punishments for breaking the well established status quo are severe. Rejection by family members. Caste out from home or society. Fear. Fear keeps man into conformity. In the place I come, Life is comfortably sad.

The educated, as if they never stepped in class. The wealthy men are tomato farmers and grocery owners who never stepped into school—the educated envy the non-educated for their wealth and productivity.

I come from a place where history and personal experience mean nothing. I mean, come on! The place I come from, all that my people aspire is survival. Survival is everything. Living to the next day is very important. But what else could be more to cowards I come from. Mine is not, of course, to assert that: the place I come from people are ignorant. Wide awake they are. All of them! Vigilant. Very and very. They are very vigilant. Watchful of every little turn and condition around them.

My people are not stupid. How could they be! After all these years. They have to know the conditions under which they live. They have to be conscious of the historical, socio-political upon which they have built their lives. A volcano yet to erupt. Wait. Just give it time. It will only be a matter of time. Are my people stupid? NO. They are not. They have never been. And how could they be after all these years in exile?

In the place I come from, people are happily sad. They are the saddest humans I have ever met. Bitter! Very, very! Bitter. I tell you. But in the place I come from, these humans are very creative. Creative than I ever saw. Challenges are nothing but a scratch. In the place I come from, challenges are simply just that. Nothing more nor beyond!

Fear.

Intimidation.

Hypocrisy is omnipresent in the place I come from.

History has no objective.

Daily survival dictates the course of life.

To raise public consciousness is heresy.

How pity?

In the place I come from the educated are dumb, if not the dumbest of all.

Published by Gabriel Ndayishimiye

Gabriel Ndayishimiye lives in London, Ontario. He is a writer with a passion to contribute to Black history and literature; and the author of “Run Elvin” (forthcoming), a memoir written for youth from marginalized backgrounds. This book tells Gabriel’s academic/life experiences from refugee camps in East and Southern Africa and now from the metropolis of the western world. The story aims to inspire and motivate such demographic of youth to take up given opportunities to be creative, achieve success, and develop resilience to fight the challenges of life.

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