Am I A True African?

Zara has lived in Kenya her whole life but has never been to any other country, the only thing she loves about her life, seeing as her friends can relate to that. Typically Kenyans have been through some things that Zara personally can’t relate to. One good example is when friends would talk about their childhoods and how their parents caned/spanked them almost daily but she has never experienced the same. She was never caned in her entire life or even slapped for her wrongdoings.

She has never missed a meal yet on the news lots of Kenyans are dying of hunger, she feels guilty for the privilege she has. Her parents have been rich their whole life and so her siblings and she may never experience being broke let alone poverty. Zara wishes she could help everyone be at the level she is or at least the tables would turn and she could feel what everyone else is,

The girl could have gone to any school in the country but she chose a public school because her guilt was too much to handle. In school, the meals taken are not tasty in any way or form yet she can’t complain lest she’s termed #richkid or #snob. She tries to fit in yet everyone can tell that she is different from them all. She laughs about some jokes she doesn’t understand and can’t even share her experience with her school friends lest they find her unrelatable.

She sees on BBC and CNN the struggles Africans face and she is ashamed to be enjoying her life. Every news outlet claim that Africans live in poorly constructed houses without any internet connection yet her home resembles a mansion in The US, she’s had WIFI her whole life and never thought that people may lack internet connection in their houses.

She is ex[ected to be the happiest girl but is not, she wants to help others but doesn’t know how but she definitely will.

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