I watched Black Panther and hours later I was still shaking off the goosebumps. I seem to be failing to shake of the feeling of euphoria, pride and downright nostalgia bubbling within. It truly is worth the hype, the acting, the script, the entire ensemble was perfectly executed, that when the end credits started rolling I was glued to my seat salivating.
It caught me off guard, I heard it was a great movie but yet what I saw, I hadn’t anticipated, the fighting spirit by the lady generals led by Okuye; was sheer brilliance and breath taking to watch. In it’s entirety as a movie, I simply couldn’t find any flaws to it. At that moment as I dragged self out of the cinema, I was in awe and damn proud to be African. Wakanda had me inspired.
It is an Africa I want for my children; it is a depiction and realism of the future Africa. Untainted, in all its crispness and sincerity she stands tall, undeterred with agility and grace. She nurtures with humility and sways with confidence embracing her authenticity with every stride. She oozes pride in her ancestors as she pays homage to those who paved the way for her, she is my Africa, and she is my Wakanda.
WAKANDA is my dream for Africa; that she may one day be that well-oiled machine that is self-sufficient and self-reliant. She has no need for the West nor the East but independent. She’s no sh#thole country but progressive state that takes care of her own, with distinctive diplomacy grounded by African values. The representation of cultural diversity at Wakanda nullified our differences to the simplified context of ‘hood’ that of sister and brother; we were unified under one umbrella. We stood together, we fought together and in battle we were all WAKANDA.
It’s just a movie but within the acts and scenes, it wasn’t just that. To me, from that screen all I kept hearing was Obama’s fearless rhetoric of “YES WE CAN”. True, “now I really do feel the stars are closer that I can taste,” meaning Africa is woke and she can be anything she dreams to be. The concept of the ‘lost world, third world country’ no longer defined her.
The marvel projected by the artistic cinematography of Black Panther not only reenergised the spirit of Africanism but it awoke and reminded us that, every country within the African continent is one and the same. That we are destined for greatness and my prayer was that the suits at the African Union (AU) were reminded of what the people of this continent’s aims and ideals are.
That behind the disparity within our ethnicity, traditions and borders we are but one and the same. The portrayal of one king being the ruler of multiples was a true reflection of what ‘oneness’ truly is in its very essence. Wakanda awoke something in me, she reminded me of my love for Africa, who we truly are and what we truly can be. The vibranium signified the minerals that Africa possessed and the power we have in ruling the international platform as a global contender. That eventually the stars will align and our continent can engineer an African train system that could merge the countries within the continent shrinking it to accessibility, making it possible to access African borders with one passport governed by the AU.
Africa is our Wakanda and it has all the sparks to fire up our hopes and possibilities. The question is are we ready? Can we move past the bloody ethnic cleansing masked by genocides, fraudulent governments, xenophobia and patriarchal systems for an open, transgressive and transparent continent? I say we can, it’s doable however it’s up to us as Africans to get the ball rolling, and it starts with us acknowledging that there is no such thing as an African immigrant in an African country.
Thank you Black Panther for reenergizing my African spirit……..