Here’s a summarized excerpt of a conversation I had earlier. I honestly can’t even…
Africa’s a poor continent. This is a fact, I can’t argue with facts.
We’re plagued by tropical diseases such as malaria; true again.
Several souls are lost to AIDS every year, yes.
Not true: every African country is the same. (There are 54 countries in this calabash-shaped continent, each with its own particular and unique set of issues, traditions and people. Visiting one doesn’t mean you’ve seen them all. Really dude, maps and borders are a thing for a reason.)
HIV and AIDS are the same thing. (They’re not. How am I sure? For the entirety of my school life I have had it drummed into me- I basically know all that there is to know about the virus and the disease. In fact, before the Kenyan syllabus was reviewed, what, a decade ago? (not inclusive of these recent ones) I had a specific class on the timetable to study all there is to learn about HIV and AIDS, plus additional sex ed sessions on Wednesdays that were so graphic they practically scarred me for life [more on that another time].)
Deaths by AIDS and malaria are as a direct result of bad hygiene. (I mean, really??) This being that Africa in its entirety is an unhygienic place to be. (Said after an unfortunate case of food poisoning from street food. Street food. I seriously can’t hold back my eye rolls at this point.)
Honestly, I’m not some kind of African Ambassador. I don’t even come up in arms when some dude on the Internet speaks ill of the Continent. People, opinions, assholes…nothing to get worked up by really.
However, when you come at me all logical-like about my country, my home, with nothing but false facts…to my face, of all things
Not okay! So not okay.
Peace and love xxx