Our Man is still traditional

Self Editor’s Note: Our Man in America is about to go to Sacramento for the umpteenth time this year. This time he has no idea why.

I’m conflicted. Kenyans tell me I’m too Americanized. Americans say I can be more Africanized than an Africanized bee.

Whatever you think, I’m a traditional African on this one: When elders call, you drop everything and run as fast as you can. Toward the elders of course. No questions asked.

Last week I received a call from an African elder I respect so much. He is wanted me to go to Sacramento today. I didn’t have to ask him why he needed me. He says there is an African community meeting I need to attend.

I said I would buy a train ticket, but he insisted on sending someone to pick me up.

“If I can’t find anyone, I will drive there myself,” he said.

He was willing to pick me up from 90 miles away.

The least I can give this elder is trust. I’m African in that way.

As I post this, the driver is outside. Gotta go.

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