Becoming Victims of a Single Fictional Narrative (part 2)

The Stolen Narrative: Reclaiming Africa's Soul

Our Buried Inheritance


Ethiopia—and Africa—possess a living tapestry of history: ancestral wisdom in 3,000 tongues, cultures deeper than soil, unity forged through millennia, and pride in the melanin that maps our genesis. These are not relics, but birthrights. Yet they were deliberately fractured—not for being too vast, but too unifying. Colonial architects knew: united cultures resist exploitation.

The Generation of Lost Stories

70% of Africa is youth (20-35) but all of them (100%) were robbed of their roots.

Our elders’ truths were silenced by political puppets branding historians "tribalists" or "backward." Western-curated textbooks replaced oral epics. Youth learned distortion as doctrine: Diversity became division, Kinship became suspicion, Shared land became "stolen"territory.

The weaponization of identity has become the main strategy to implement the fictional narrative making us victims of it.

Hear the tragic irony: In London, saying, "I’m British and Cockney" is patriotism, where as in Addis, for example, stating "I’m Ethiopian and Oromo" is heresy. Funny!!!

Neocolonialism taught the youth to disembody identity from nationhood. Their birthplace is a "theft." Their neighbor is an "occupier." This manufactured amnesia severs the very bonds that birthed civilizations.

Algorithms Erase Empathy Social media—the new colonial outpost—amplifies this poison: When terror attacks a certain community, the response goes, "Why mourn them?". On the othr hand, if someone  shared pain in his/her response to the terror, it reduced to tribal calculus. Racism doesn’t just blind minds—it shrivels hearts.

Africa’s Defiant Truth We Africans are and always were compassionate - this could be testifiesd from actions taken during other countries turmoils:

·        1953: Ethiopia sent emergency coffee to flooded Britain

·        1950s: Kagnew battalions fought for Korea’s freedom

·        Today: Ethiopian peacekeepers guard Somalia’s hope

Our DNA carries Ubuntu: "I am because we are." Even as puppets peddle poverty porn ("starving, barbaric Africa"), our reality is resilience in the face of erasure.

Reclaiming Our Right To Complexity What's the cure?

·       Boycott single stories: Google buries truth! Seek elders, not algorithms.

·       Resurrect oral archives: Your grandfather’s memory is truer resource than Wikipedia.

·       Demand media integrity: Investigative journalism, not Twitter tribalism.

"Conflicts resolved under baobabs, not barrel bombs."

(To Be Continued: The Path to Renaissance)

 

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