We black people do NOT even know each other:

A little more than ten years ago when I was still a teacher here in Kamuli, I used to work (on a part-time basis) on community reforestation, because my two neighboring districts Kamuli & Buyende are among Uganda’s top 10 districts that have been deforested for charcoal burning, out of 133 districts nationally.

One day, an American named David F. Tye who was working with one US environmental nonprofit (Trees for the Future) visited us here in Kamuli. Immediately after seeing him, a friend of mine named Moses said “oh, he is a Black American”. Why? Because David was clearly a white man, but his hair was very black.

Here is David (left); my friends Moses & Sam, and myself (right) in Kamuli, in 2008.

Moses was a professional, fully trained teacher, but it took me some good effort to make him accept that David was indeed white. Since then, I have had to explain the same thing to many other people, i.e., what a Black American actually looks like.

The only people here in Uganda (and certainly across Africa) who can readily tell what a black American looks like, are those who are either well-read, well-traveled, or those who consume western culture. But most ordinary Africans totally have no idea what a Black American looks like.

The reason? We black people do not even know each other.

After all, most Black Americans, today, not only admit that they have totally never been to Africa, and that the only thing that they know about Africa is what they see on TV, but also, the majority simply do not have any connection with those of us on the continent whatsoever.