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Africa I Love you

Anthony Dixon

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Africa Ethiopian Africa’s Journey Through Global Eyes: Reflections on the Past, Present, and China’s Unique Role in the Future “The Lion Of Judah will break every chain, and lead us to victory again and again”. From Barter to Global Capitalism: Africa’s Path to Economic Empowerment Ethiopia: A Journey Through Time – From Primal Existence to Spiritual Celebration Ethiopia’s Beginnings – The Cradle of Civilization Chapter 1: The Call of My Ancestral Land There are no chance meetings When I moved to South Carolina, I knew there would be a culture shock waiting for me. This state, which was once the epicenter of the slave trade in America, bore the weight of a history that could not be ignored. Every corner seemed to whisper stories of pain, resilience, and survival. The echoes of my ancestors, who had been shackled and stripped of their humanity, were palpable in the humid air. The realization that I now lived in a place that had been the major beneficiary of slavery made my connection to the land both intimate and haunting. Living here created a sense of urgency in me—a burning need to dig deeper into the cradle of my being. I felt a pull to understand Africa, not as a distant, abstract concept, but as the origin of everything that made me who I am. I had to unearth the roots of my identity and confront the reality of what had been perpetuated on my paternal land. The devastation inflicted upon my people, culture, heritage, and psyche was not just a distant history; it was a present reality, shaping my consciousness and my place in the world. The more I learned about the history of Africa—its civilizations, its rich cultures, its vibrant languages—the more I realized the depth of what had been stolen. The cradle of humanity, my homeland, had been pillaged, its people scattered like seeds across foreign lands. And yet, despite the trauma and fragmentation, there was resilience, an unbroken spirit that called me back to my roots. As I stood on the soil of South Carolina, I felt the weight of this history, not as a burden but as a call to action. I knew that I could not remain silent any longer. Bob Marley’s words rang in my mind: Could this be love? The question lingered, challenging me to look beyond the pain and devastation to see the love that still existed—love for a homeland I had never seen, love for a people I had never met but felt deeply connected to. It was a love that demanded something of me, a response, an acknowledgment of the bond that transcends time and space. Marley also urged, Say something. In those simple words, I found a call to action. It was time to speak up, to reclaim the narrative that had been stripped away. It was time to say something about the threads that bound me to Africa—threads that had endured despite centuries of efforts to sever them. I knew then that it was my time to speak, to tell the story of my heart’s connection to Africa, to honor my ancestors and the resilience of my people. I embarked on a journey of research, learning about Africa from its origins as the Cradle of Humanity to its diverse and complex civilizations—kingdoms and empires that thrived long before colonizers set foot on its soil. I learned of Timbuktu, once the center of knowledge and scholarship, and of the great empires of Mali, Ghana, and Songhai, whose wealth and power challenged the narratives I had been taught in Western classrooms. I realized that Africa was not a land of primitive tribes awaiting civilization; it was the origin of civilization itself. The more I learned, the more my heart ached for what had been lost and what could still be reclaimed. The systematic effort to strip Africa of its identity, its culture, and its people had left scars that spanned generations. The trauma was not just historical; it was alive, shaping the lives of descendants like me who lived far from the motherland but felt its call deeply. But with that pain came a sense of responsibility. I knew I had to honor the legacy of my ancestors by reclaiming their stories, their languages, their pride. Say something, Marley’s voice echoed again. So, I resolved to use my voice, my words, and my platform to speak the truth about Africa—not as a place of darkness and despair, but as a land of light, resilience, and possibility.
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Africa I love you: White lies
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My next book “Africa I love you”

Excerpts: Africa, China, and the Birth of Capitalism Africa has long been a land rich in resources, culture, and history. But its legacy has also been marred by exploitation and subjugation, largely driven by the forces of capitalism that were born in Europe during the rise of global trade. To understand the intricate relationship between Africa and China today, it is crucial to first delve into the birth of capitalism, its entanglement with slavery, and how these forces contributed to the carving up of Africa. The Birth of Capitalism: Rooted in Exploitation The rise of capitalism can be traced back to the 16th and 17th centuries, when European nations began establishing vast trade networks. The development of capitalism was rooted in the pursuit of profit, wealth accumulation, and economic expansion. This system emerged as Europe sought to dominate global trade, using the exploitation of labor, resources, and land as its primary tools. During the early stages of capitalism, European nations competed fiercely to control markets, raw materials, and labor. One of the darkest aspects of this competition was the Transatlantic Slave Trade, which provided the free labor that fueled the economies of many European nations. Africa was drawn into this web of exploitation, as millions of its people were captured and transported across the ocean to serve as slaves in the Americas and the Caribbean.
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Oliver

Anthony Dixon

What does it mean to be a kid at heart?

enjoyment of the present moment.

For me, this way of connecting to the world manifests in my interactions with children, even as young as one year old. When I talk to children, I speak to them as equals, in a clear, respectful tone—no baby talk. Just yesterday, I met a child, around two years old, in the supermarket. We had a five- or six-minute conversation, and he stayed focused, fully engaged, and seemed to enjoy every word. I told him he was smart and gifted and encouraged him never to let anyone change him. His response was pure joy, smiling and laughing with me the whole time. I later told his mother I’d write a blog about him. Perhaps one day, you’ll see a children’s book called Oliver dedicated to that very moment.

My wife often jokes that my natural connection with kids comes from my “childlike mentality,” and my mother would agree—she remembers me as the most lovable child. She used to worry because I’d jump into the arms of total strangers, which, to her, signified my innate warmth and openness as a “people person.”

At 72, my love for characters like Tom Sawyer, who embodies the adventurous spirit of youth, is as strong as ever. My mind stays active with new ideas, and nearly every day, I come up with concepts for books. When I see people of my age, or older, struggle with cognitive decline, I feel grateful for the mental clarity I’ve retained. Life has taken me over mountains of challenges, but I’m blessed with health and the creative energy to keep going.

Reflecting on my younger years, I know I made choices that may have slowed me down. I smoked my first cigarette at twelve and tried my first joint at fourteen. But even with those choices, I feel like I’ve retained my youthful spirit and curiosity. Had I not done these things, perhaps I’d still be writing well into my hundreds.

Being a “kid at heart,” then, is about staying young in both mind and spirit—finding wonder in life, sharing joy freely, and keeping one’s imagination alive.

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