It was the first time in 30 years that I had had an extended four-month stay in the mother country – the longest time I had spent since the summer of 1985 when the long arms of Mother Diaspora (if she is a mother) embraced me.
“Diaspora” – it can make you mad! It even builds in you a disturbing level of superciliousness that makes you thump your nose at almost everything you see when you go back home.
Everything suddenly becomes “not-your-level”, even though you may be living in some decrepit flat back in London or Berlin or New York. It is this attitude that makes some diasporans even want to be worshipped when they go back home. This is where the madness really sets in.
But let’s go back to the origin of the term “diaspora” and see what the “diasporans” of old achieved when they returned home – because as diasporans we cannot ever think we belong permanently to our host or adopted countries.
As Malcolm X once pointed out: “Just because a cat has kittens in an oven, that doesn’t make them biscuits.” We must always remember that! ....More