Today my head puffed up a bit but then dropped to the floor. I met an elderly man who was very happy to have met me. At first I could not work out the cause of his excitement. He then informed me that he is from St Lucia but his ancestors were from Benin in Nigeria.
He said that his great grandfather tried to locate his family in Benin but the missionaries hid all the information and stalled the search. His grand father nonetheless left the “SHOGUN” (I am not sure about the spelling) to the family. This has been handed down to generations. They do the rituals as best as they can remember but he is sad that he has not been able to locate his real family. His granddad spoke edo (Benin language). He feels a deep sense of brotherhood towards Nigerians and like to know more about our traditions.
My eyes welled up. I wondered what a privilege it is to know where I come from and still have my family. I also wondered whether we should not rightly be seeking reparations for all the wrongs the slave masters did to us. How many more lost Africans are still out there looking for their root and do I have families that I do not know about?
What can Africa do to unite her children?