Je M’appelle Amazing Africa

I am not perfect but am still awesome – Je m’appelle Amazing Africa.

Have you ever caught a taxi in the heat of Douala, a matatu in the scorching sun of Nairobi, a danfo in Lagos or a Kombi in Johannesburg the city of gold, and engage in such intense conversations with absolute strangers that you hope to meet them again during the next days commute?

Have you ever attended a village meeting on a Sunday, where tempers run high, finances do not add up and your name features in the headlines of last week’s gossip, but you look forward to next Sunday’s meeting with every breath of anticipation?

Have you ever woken up to the sound of a cock crow in a remote village with no google coordinates – you call it home – and the freshness of the air, the love next door caressing both your heart and spirit?

What makes you tick as an African?

Others have told us their stories of greatness, of their skyscrapers, fancy machines and state of the art technology. They left out the lonely train rides and empty mansions. We have been weighed on their terms and found wanting on the most part. This is your time to tell your story of amazing.

Our stories of greatness will not be measured by gold or silver but by our connections to our land, to our people, to our ancestry.

Wherever you are, if you are crazy in love about Africa, share you memories and stories of your Amazing Africa. Share the moments that you feel deeply proud of your people.

Let’s change the narrative, one fond story at a time.