Proud of African Flavour

Transcriber: Tien Nguyen
Reviewer: Hani Eldalees

When we go to our home village
in Taremah

which is in my region in the northern
eastern part of our country,

my parents always told me to
love everything around me.

The sky is blue as it is. The ground.
Birds singing in the air. Nature.

Everything. Everyone. And I’m so happy
that I was able to connect with

the African soil when I went
to shumba with my grandma.

And that’s when I realized that life,
real life is on that side.

The African heritage and culture
in that sense of belongingness

and community are all on that side.

The African village, but some still
think Africa is a dark continent.

An isolated continent. But guess what?

We have been proving them wrong and we
can continue to prove them wrong.

A strong as we are, as united as we are,
we can give them that African flavor.

So, hey, Africa. Let us tell
our true stories and

celebrate our beauty.

Let us brand our
continent and bring flavor to this world.

I am tired of meeting people who
value me more just because

I can speak good English.
But hey, matter of fact,

I am not any better than a child in
my village who speaks so good,

Swahili or Kuria.

Africa is where I smell beautiful,

fresh fragrance of bare grounds covered
by sand when the rain comes.

Africa is where I connect with nature
through walking and stepping on

the ground when I am barefooted.
Africa is where I am taught

the real meaning of community and love.

Having chosen an African child speaking
a native language among

another language
honoring her elders,

listening carefully and attentively

to the old folk stories
told by our uncles and

aunts around the fire. Haven’t you seen

an African family celebrating their
harvest with matches, happiness,

and knives in their hands

with love.

A kerosene lantern used in a five star
hotel

apparent from Kibera, Kenya,
Deronda, Malawi, Mukoko, Nigeria.

Caddyshack, Cape Town. Dandala, Tanzania,
who have raised doctors, lawyers,

innovators and athletes.

Africa, my pride. Africa,
my mother. Thank you.

抄写员:Tien Nguyen
审稿人:Hani Eldalees

当我们回到位于

我国东北部我所在地区 Taremah
的家乡时,

我的父母总是告诉我要
爱我周围的一切。

天空是蓝色的。 地面。
鸟儿在空中歌唱。 自然。

一切。 每个人。 我很高兴
能在和奶奶一起去shumba

时接触到非洲的土地

就在那时我意识到生活,
真实的生活就在这一边。

这种归属感和社区感的非洲遗产和文化

都在这一边。

非洲村庄,但有些人仍然
认为非洲是一片黑暗的大陆。

一个孤立的大陆。 但猜猜怎么了?

我们一直在证明他们是错的,我们
可以继续证明他们是错的。

像我们一样强大,像我们一样团结,
我们可以给他们非洲风味。

所以,嘿,非洲。 让我们讲述
我们的真实故事,

庆祝我们的美丽。

让我们为我们的大陆打上烙印
,为这个世界带来风味。

我厌倦了遇到那些
仅仅因为

我能说一口流利的英语而更看重我的人。
但是,嘿,事实上,

我并不比
我村里一个说得很好的孩子,

斯瓦希里语或库里亚语好。

非洲是我在下雨时闻到被沙子

覆盖的裸露土地的美丽清新芬芳的地方

非洲是我赤脚
走路和踩

在地上与大自然联系的地方。
非洲是我学习

社区和爱的真正意义的地方。

另一种语言中选择了一个说母语的非洲孩子,以

纪念她的长辈,

仔细而专注地听

着我们的叔叔

阿姨围着篝火讲述的古老的民间故事。 你有没有看到

一个非洲家庭
用火柴、幸福

和手中的刀来庆祝他们的丰收

五星级酒店使用的煤油灯,

明显来自肯尼亚基贝拉
、马拉维德隆达、尼日利亚穆科科。

Caddyshack,开普敦。 坦桑尼亚丹达拉,
他们培养了医生、律师、

创新者和运动员。

非洲,我的骄傲。 非洲,
我的母亲。 谢谢你。