When Memory Bleeds in South Africa: A Lament for Africa’s Broken Brotherhood – By Comr. Amos Oge Kalu
There is a tremor in the hand that strikes a fellow African. It is not strength.It is not courage.It is memory — buried, but not dead. To every South African who lifts a hand against a Ghanaian, a Nigerian, a Somali, a Zimbabwean — there is something deeper than anger at play. There is a quiet knowing. A truth that lingers beneath the noise of insults and the crackle of burning shops. Because history does not forget, even when men try to. There was a time when South Africa was not free.A time when its voice was chained, its people…