Corona virus and Africa

What I am about to write now can be seen as a conspiracy theory and to be honest I don't care. These are my thoughts on Corona

I am convinced these bio-hazardous health scares from Asia (corona, SARS) or Africa (Ebola) are happening for a reason. 
There is a group of people a small group of people, let's call them globalists or international financiers who have no intention of sharing the wealth. That is not something new but now with the 4th Industrial Revolution at our doorsteps unemployment will be a major concern and only irredeemable optimists believe that the same people who rob and rape the Earth and its 99% blind, will now dispossess the greedy and give to the needy. Universal Income is possible but those who have prefer to let us rot and prepare themselves to live permanently on the hills or better yet the space stations Elon Musk is working on, financed by the 1%.
You may think this is SF but most of the things Jules Verne wrote about like landing on the Moon is very much possible now. All it takes is political will and money. 

Now let's go back to Corona which if we have to believe escaped from a laboratory in China and simultaneously is the result of some let's say exotic eating habits of our friends from the East.
Normally when people in labs toy with viruses they already have the anti-dote. When it comes to eating habits people have been eating bush meat for millennia why get sick now? It's the same story with Ebola. I know for a fact monkeys/apes are eaten in Asia and South America as well but lo and behold in Africa they (the apes) are fighting back by getting their consumers sick....? Tricky that one. 

Why is this important for Africa. It's very important. The Eurasians (Chinese, Europeans and Indians) are those who buy raw materials from African countries so now there will be even less money to go around. Remember that our elites understood the trickle-down principle before the white man coined the expression. 
Second if this disease is going to ravage Eurasia the way it is ravaging this vast landmass with almost 3 Billion inhabitants, we don't have to guess where they will go for succor.... In fact we already have a large Eurasian military footprint in Africa.

Needless to say that Africa is nowhere near what the Eurasians have. Where are our own satellites and drones? Our elite is receiving our enemies with legs and arms wide but it will be the commoners paying the price. All the while our elite is happy with some proverbial mirrors and beads.. 

My own personal chi

I like to call myself a Pan-Africanist . Not because I am an expert on it. I read a few articles and bios, I paid to see a documentary about Marcus Garvey in a cinema in Amsterdam and fell asleep. Not because the topic didn't interest me but for some reason these past 20 years I fall asleep in darkened spaced.
The reason I am a Panafricanist is because I live it.

You see when I was eleven I had my first brushes with what is now called White Supremacy that I recall as such. It was not the name-calling, it was more insidious. I was supposed to do my Holy Communion. My parents were Catholics not even devout ones but it was a "tradition" within my mother's family that you do Holy Communion. To this day I have no idea what is the point of it. I could google it but I choose not to. I got my presents and that for me was the only motivation.
Anyways every Wednesday afternoon, we were trained or inducted towards this great Event.
We were taught about the life of Christ the Redeemer, his many deeds and I was an eager student. Then one day our teacher told us to colour some prints that described his life and deeds.
So colour we did but our neighbourhood was a diverse one and so was our group so when I was colouring the people that were in the background or around Jesus I coloured them in , white, black and yellow. "Of course" Jesus was white or better yet pinky. We were studying in a church building you could not go 2 metres without seeing a statue or a painting of Jesus and all the many many saints and they were all depicting white people. It never crossed my mind that Jesus could be any other colour. It was strange that sometimes he had brown hair and brown eyes, or brown hair and blue eyes or blond hair and blue eyes but the consistent thing is that he is white. I am sure he still is in that church.
Anyway I am colouring my multicultural scenes and the teacher comes by and I can see she doesn't like what I am doing. The scenes were not supposed to be multicultural but I am not imagining things because she asks me why I am using different colours.
Imagine that! It wasn't enough that the main players were white even the bystanders, listeners had to be white. 
I did not budge but from that moment on the relationship with my religious teacher was frosty and even though I understood that it irked her it took me years to understand why. At that moment I thought she just wanted to impose herself on my artistic expressiveness. 

It took me almost five years before I fully understand what happened. This was because by chance I met a man from Guyana. His name was Gustave. He introduced me to Pan-Africanism and his impact on me could have been a lot greater if it weren't for his more outlandish ideas.
This man introduced me to Walter Rodney (How Europe underdeveloped Africa) and Chancellor Williams (the Destruction of Black Civilization) and if it weren't for this constant cloud of negativity that almost literally followed him, I think that we as in I and other black adolescents would have paid attention to him a lot more. I don't know what personal dealings he had with white people that he thought like that but I always remember that I wondered why he did not go back to Guyana but with hindsight maybe that was politically not expedient. 

Anyway this man to whom I will always be indebted thought me what Pan-Africanism was to him. For me it means that you as a black man are an African wherever you are and that you try to connect with Africans wherever you find them or wherever they find you. It was easy for him to convince me because I could hardly claim Germanic ancestry or history and I already tried helped by my mother to find books about Africa but most books I got were sometimes openly negative about Africa's history and/or made a great concerted effort to extract Egypt from Africa.
This man helped me to understand what went on in my life and why it was happening while at the same time giving me a whole new outlook, a new perspective concerning my African heritage. Suddenly being African was cool! 

When I was twenty I decided for myself that living in Africa would not have to be bad idea despite the negative image of the continent. I just wanted to be somewhere where I would fit in.
 I just had no idea how that was going to pan out practically. Or how to begin. For the next ten or so years nothing happened. Then in 2000 I went to Egypt for a holiday that I would also use to see some ancient Egyptian history with my own eyes. For this reason I visited the Valley of the Kings and Karnak and I was in awe of what the ancients achieved. But it was my interaction with the Egyptians that struck me. I remember talking with some Nubian guides and I enjoyed that for the obvious reasons that they were black. We had different hair types and even our faces were not the same but it was good to see people that shared my melanin. 
On the last day when going back to the Netherlands, the Egyptian (not a Nubian) customs officer refused to give me back my passport until I admitted that I was a Nubian. I don't know why it was important to him. Maybe he really thought I was an immigrant coming back to Egypt to flaunt my newly found wealth or he meant to teach me not to forget my 'roots". I still have no idea.
In 2003 I went to Senegal. This was an important journey because it was the first time I was in Sub-Saharan Africa and I loved it for the simple reason that everybody looked like me and I didn't stand out. As long as I kept my mouth shut I could pass for the real deal.  
I went to Gorée and decided that visiting the slave forts was not for the faint-hearted. I only walked past or around other forts ever since. I could not stomach another visit to the innards of these constructions where my ancestors were kept before the fateful one-way trip.
When I spent three or four days in the north in a town called Saint Louis I was sold. Literally. I decided that I would be in Saint Louis (in Senegal) by 2006 no matter what. I have no idea why I chose 2006 but I knew I had to give it urgency or it would be another 20 years.
Fast forward, it's 2020 I am married to an African woman from Mali and I have son who speaks Bambara. 
My personal quest is as good as over. I don't need to speak Swahili, Peul  (Fulani) or Zulu to be an African. I have a son who carries my family name and is an African who speaks the local language.