brown skin love "life on virgin emotions" ..a generational story

I grew up in  the early ''70s in what I now consider a very interesting time when technology hadn't really got into our Afrikan society (not that I knew it then it's just in retrospect) because I grew up when having a black and white tv was rare in homes which really were more of ""homesteads" rather than homes as generations lived side by side in large compounds.

It was normal to find grandfather father son living scenarios....our family was no different, actually being  a principal family of the area I've grown up in dating back to the 1860s when my great great grandfather was born a Maasai, I grew up surrounded practically by all my relatives on my fathers side and not far from those from my mothers side...and I remember playing on alot of grass..

By the time I was born I was a Gikuyu as my great grandfather had crossed the river that divided the Maasai and Gikuyu many years before I was even an idea to be born, to pursue a beautiful maiden he'd seen, 'my great grandmother a Gikuyu.....and as we say here he took one look at her and told his pal in "kiMaasai".."you guy, that Dendaii...is really is a Gudu one"...and from that happy loving union came my grandfather whose name is actually the same name as that of what is the second biggest stadium of Tanzania, ie the CCM K...... stadium in Mwanza.


So I actually know my story before the sit down in the Berlin conference of 1885 which has subsequently created countries with borders and populations with millions of Afrikans having "imported thoughts emotions and feelings" from the participants of that conference as their own.


That knowledge of my own story as compared to an "educated his-story" has enabled me to live in my love, life in virgin emotions.

Is it important for me to know my roots today in robotic 2019?

let's put it this way...

assume the famous Lion that had kept the oryx managed to raise it to adulthood kinda like "Tarzan and the Apes" where the other pack members Lions all accepted to take it as one of the pack and the oryx grows up to adulthood kinda like in the cartoons as just one of the pack....

Photo courtesy of Reuters

Photo by Ewaso Lions

How would the oryx be behaving?...

Would it have a taste of meat somehow?

Would it be emoting like a normal oryx?

Would it be important for it to know it's roots as an oryx?

Should it be grateful it wasn't eaten as all oryxs are done when they meet a lion?


Guess those a questions only such an oryx could answer, as for me as a brown skin Afrikan I consider myself a lion, not to be intimidated to think myself as black just so as to fit an advertised social mental aquarium,...
kinda like the fish that is born in an aquarium that never misses the river...