We are each burdened with prejudice
Against the poor or the rich, the townships or the suburbs, the gay or the straight, the Christian or the Muslim, the black or the white
We are not born with inherent prejudices against each other
They are but a manifestation of our own experiences and those of our forefathers; the good experiences and the bad
The heroic experiences of Patrice Lubumba and Josiah Tongogara; those of Victoria Mxenge and Mbuya Nehanda; of Chris Hani and Julius Nyerere
The noxious experiences of Idi Amin and Mobutu Sese Seko, those of Siad Barre and Jean-Bedel Bokassa
The experiences of you and of me; of our parents and their parents, of yesterday and of today
It is merely human to develop these prejudices
But it is gracious to rise above them
We must work together; talk together, love, cry, and laugh together
Finding unity in diversity, love in war, valour in fear, elation in depression
Our preconceived notions are the locks on the doors to our freedom
They are the invisible hands shaping the people we meet and judging them with a closed mind
Poor or rich; township or suburbs; gay or straight; Christian or Muslim; black or white
What do these meaningless labels tell you about me?
Not a thing
Indeed, your preconceived notions of me are what I will become to you
When will we see that prejudices are the shackles built by ignorance to keep us apart?
When will we see that we need to work together, talk together, love, cry, and laugh together?
It is never too late to give up our prejudices
It is never too late to unite the many colours of Mother Africa
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