Yellow Fever Angry-Culture

Fifty year ago, Elder Fela kuti, while still in his youth, came out with a hit song “Yellow Fever”. The song was a scathing attack on the culture by African women of bleaching their skin.

I have been playing that song as the last year came to a close and as this year begins. My last essay of the past year was around “Obe “, a song considered Fela’s first Afro Beat song and the influence of Sandra Izsdore in Fela’s own journey from colonial mentality to African consciousness.

This week, I have been thinking about the outcome of the last football game in Morocco between the host country and Senegal. I should start by clarifying that I didn’t watch the game but only saw the Moroccan fans mocking Africans by pretending to be monkeys and jumping for bananas. It has not been the first such demeaning act or controversy around the discrimination of Africans by light skinned middle largely Muslims from the Northern part of Africa. I reluctantly got interested and read up more on the game. I learned that the whole story about the game was marked by disrespect of the Senegalese player and Africans in general. I watched the towel of the Senegalese goalkeeper being stolen several times but no action was taken by the referee.

To me this is a form of Yellow Fever on both sides. The Moroccans who think they are better could not stand to lose to those they view as inferior, but the Senegalese also agreed to play in a hostile environment. What good would come out of such a sick environment. That kind of attitude is quite similar to that of some Somalis in Minnesota. If a few people do wrong and the member of their community stay mum about it or respond by abusing others you know there is a problem. I was especially worried about the claim some Somali people who claimed that their goal is to make America an Islamic country. Those are fighting words anywhere, especially in America. It’s the easiest way to overstay your welcome. Which woman will help out now from this Yellow Fever AngryCulture, our latest religion we present we are against but that is tearing us apart. No wonder our agriculture is equally sick and stupid. We poison the soil, water and air with chemicals that are made by people who wouldn’t use them in their countries and then fight one another and claim to be blessed.

Africa is still suffering from a racial Yellow Fever that is dividing the continent for no good reason.

I made myself an antidote against Yellow Fever with herbs, fruits, spices and honey, just to temporarily soothe the pain but also celebrate those fighting to a better day. The flavors were fantastic and I felt like I was hoisting an African Cup of Food Justice or Happy Agriculture. The negative rays of Angry-Culture turned into warm sun rays that synthesize hope in my brain and veins.

Thayù Thayü