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Bread, Butter, and Borders: How Poverty Divides Africa Against Itself

"The only language the poor understand is bread and butter." — Mahatma Gandhi’s words cut deeper in Africa than anywhere else. They explain why a continent that bled for liberation remains mentally colonized, why brothers kill brothers over imaginary lines drawn in Berlin boardrooms, and why "South Africans" chase away Nigerians while white capital still owns Johannesburg. Poverty isn’t just empty pockets—it’s a manufactured blindness that makes us attack our own while the real thieves watch from London and Wall Street.

The Berlin Conference’s Living Ghosts

In 1884, white men who couldn’t locate Africa on a map carved her into geometric prisons. Today, we defend these lines with patriotic fervor. A Luo in Kenya shouts "Harambee!" while his cousin in Uganda chants "For God and My Country." Tutsis who shared milk gourds for centuries now march under different flags. The Zulu—once a kingdom spanning Southern Africa—now bicker over which European colony’s borders they "belong" to.

The Scam:

Colonialists didn’t just steal land; they stole memory. They made us forget that "Kenya" and "Uganda" are administrative units, not civilizations. My Luo grandmother sang the same dirges as her cousins in Tanzania, yet I need a visa to visit them. The ultimate trick? Convincing the oppressed to police their own cages.

Xenophobia: A Colonial Weapon Disguised as Patriotism

The 2019 "xenophobic attacks" in South Africa weren’t spontaneous. They were the climax of a century-long con:
  1. Step 1: Steal land (Apartheid).
  2. Step 2: Hand power to a black face but keep the economy white (1994 "liberation").
  3. Step 3: Starve the people until they attack fellow victims instead of the oppressor.
When a Zulu man burns a Nigerian’s shop, he’s playing a script written in London. The real thieves? Anglo-American plc and De Beers siphon diamonds from Kimberley while we fight over crumbs.

The Poverty Trap

Gandhi was right: empty stomachs have no time for philosophy. But let’s be clear—African poverty isn’t an accident. It’s policy.

How It Works:

  • No Land: White farms still dominate South Africa’s countryside. The dispossessed crowd into townships.
  • No Jobs: "Investors" extract minerals but hire machines, not people.
  • No Memory: School textbooks glorify colonial borders but omit the Tswana kingdom that spanned Botswana and South Africa.
Result? A generation that knows Cecil Rhodes’ name but not its own grandparents’ kingdoms.

Case Study: The Luo Diaspora

My people stretch from Ethiopia to Congo, yet colonial borders turned us into "foreigners" in our homeland. In 2007, Kenya’s post-election violence saw Luos slaughtered for "not being Kenyan enough." The irony? Those chanting "Kenya yetu" (Our Kenya) didn’t realize "Kenya" was a British franchise registered in 1920.

The Divide-and-Rule Playbook:

  1. Invent Tribes: The Hutu/Tutsi divide was a Belgian creation based on nose measurements.
  2. Assign Value: Make one group clerks, another laborers (see: Kenya’s "educated" Luo vs. "businessmen" Kikuyu stereotypes).
  3. Watch Us Fight: The 1994 Rwanda genocide was the finale of this experiment.

Xenophobia or Neocolonialism?

Calling attacks on Africans "xenophobia" is like calling slavery "migrant labor." These are economic hit jobs designed to:
  • Distract: From white monopoly capital controlling 72% of Johannesburg’s stock exchange.
  • Divide: Prevent pan-African solidarity (Why else did France bomb Libya after Gaddafi proposed a gold dinar?).
  • Dehumanize: "Aliens" is the same language used to justify slavery.

The Way Forward: Bread, Butter, and Brotherhood

1. Land Back Movements:

Zimbabwe’s 2000 land reforms weren’t perfect but proved whites aren’t "better" farmers. South Africa must follow.

2. Borderless Africa:

The African Continental Free Trade Area (AfCFTA) is a start, but we need visa-free travel now.

3. Rewrite History:

Teach children that "Nigeria" is younger than your grandfather’s walking stick.

4. Economic Justice:

Nationalize mines. Tax corporations. Build industries. Poverty is policy—and policies can change.

A Letter to My South African Brothers

I saw you burn a Somali shop in Durban. I heard you call a Congolese professor "kwerekwere." But I also remember your fathers hiding ANC comrades in their homes during apartheid. That’s the spirit we need today.

The white man’s borders didn’t stop Mandela from training in Algeria or Mbeki from studying in Sussex. Why let them stop you from seeing a Nigerian as your brother?

Final Word: We Are Not Nations—We Are Civilizations

Africa’s borders are scars, not birthmarks. When you attack a fellow African over colonial lines, you’re spitting on your ancestors’ graves. Poverty may blind us, but memory is the cure.

As the Swahili proverb goes: "Unity is strength, division is weakness." The imperialists know this. When will we?
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