‘Happy Africa Day,’ Obby greeted Cyril.
‘ Happy Africa Day to you too.’
After a long pause, Cyril asked Obby a question, ‘ Are you really African Obby?’
Obby looked at Cyril with surprise.
‘Why are you asking such a question?’
‘Because you told me that your ma and pa arrived in Hermanus on a whales tail, from a place far far away.’ Cyril said.
‘So?’ said Obby.
‘I know my roots are African because dassies are related to the African Elephant,’ Cyril tried to explain. ‘And I was only asking because your roots are far far away.’
‘My roots are African. I have Africa between my toes. Look.’
Obby showed his dirty feet to Cyril.
‘And,’ Obby said, standing tall…
My first breath was the African air
My first sight was the African sky
My first step was on the African soil
I am African
Obby spoke with pride.
‘You are African,’ Cyril clapped excitedly.