Who Remembers Bisa?
Sizenjani, my friend Yesterday, I fortuitously tuned to some radio station and listened to a program focusing on the latest developments in Africa. I heard with envious wonder about trendy and innovative African writers, artists, musicians, agriculturalists and businesspeople. I was left deflated by how much has been going on in Africa without my knowledge. People are doing things out there, man. Achieving, accomplishing, attaining, and succeeding! And I was despondent about by my own inadequacy, Sizenjani. How does one make themselves seen and heard? And if you do make yourself seen and heard, how long can you make the World watch and listen to you? Will the World ever appreciate what you do and say? Then I started imagining the effort required to hold the World’s attention and I couldn’t help but wonder at how wearying that must be and finally I got to see the ultimate uselessness and meaninglessness of it all. So I got lost in the dream of it all and kept going back...