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Hazoumé, Edgard Alain and Africa, a future stay, Paris, L'Harmattan 1988


It would be dishonest not to mention all paths of reflections and readings that I travel to better understand my current environment and to determine my potential uses.
For this I have read criticism by some African intellectuals on their own continent. It seems to me that these discourses are often uncomfortable with the people of the continent but also Western populations. This malaise seems especially revealing, but not enough for me to decide not to introduce in the coming weeks a few passages of the book, Africa, a future stay , brothers Hazoumé.
Everyone must put its own house first, "said the popular saying. This book is exemplary in this regard. Perhaps this will help us there to start our own work of self-criticism, emphasizing the need to rid ourselves of the romantic visions and imperialist about Africa that we were passed by both our academic education by our upbringing and society.
For today, I leave you with part of the preface that Jean Ziegler, Special Rapporteur for the Right to Food Council of Human Rights of the United Nations from 2000 to 2008, has written this book.

"Paul Valery tells the strange and troubling story of a tree that grows in India and that does bear fruit in the storm. And Edgard Alain Hazoumé like this tree: their powerful book, written in a language anger and beauty, is the result of spite. They accuse: Africa, beggar, sitting on a pile of gold, is itself the architect of his own downfall. And Edgard Alain Hazoumé know what they're talking about. They have the right to speak as they speak. Their mother is Congolese father Benin. Lawyer, economist, they do not use their privileged position to turn their backs on their people to forget that the continent exert the influence of financial power, cultural, political virtually absolute.
I rarely read a book and is as hard, if the accuser for contemporary Africa. Nor indeed so well, so passionately written. Like any great book, it is the result of a personal adventure, not a conceptual speculation. This book is a therapy, an exorcism ... Listen: "Who remembers the young child he was, in lorsqu'arrivée" metropolis, "he had to answer questions from prospective playmates ..." questions that felt good the conviction and prejudices of colonial parents. For those classmates obviously posed questions, made comments which were merely the echoes of conversations overheard at the family table. Us and them. Very quickly Hazoumé brothers had to choose sides. And it is this choice that gives early today in their argument that force, that credibility, the conviction that carries almost irresistibly membership drive and scans these pages like a tornado. "

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