Mubarak: Kicked out of power, finally

By , February 12, 2011 | 5:46 pm | 0 Comment

Mubarak:  Kicked out of power, finally
ONUMBA.COM – One other mind-boggling streak ended this week outside of the CAVS.  It has nothing to do with basketball, though.  It was the massive collapse of Hosni Mubarak’s regime in Egypt after nearly 30 years as that country’s iron fisted president.  I guess Mubarak deluded himself into believing that Egypt, a country of 80 million people, was his family’s property. 
I must say this, though. 
President Obama’s response to the crisis, from the start of the people’s protest to the ouster of the regime, was a smorgasbord of laconism.  He was wishy-washy, at best, often tinkering around the edges of what really needed to be said.  Now the U.S. is cheering the news of Mubarak’s ouster, but its tamed support for the stubborn resilience of the pro-democracy protesters profoundly contradicted its global pitch for democracy around the world. 
What do you think?

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Seven ways you can tell that an African immigrant has been in the U.S. for too long?

By , January 19, 2011 | 2:36 am | 1 Comments

ONUMBA.COM – It’s OK after sojourning in a foreign land to morph some, but a complete whitewash, an overhaul is something else.  To each his own, though. 

Here are seven signs that an African immigrant has been in the U.S. for too long.

  • Can’t say his name right anymore

He no longer is able to say his name the proper way – the way he said it when he came here.  He now pronounces his name the way Americans would say it, therefore becoming a willing participant in the corruption of his African name.

  • Frowns at African food

He doesn’t eat African food because he thinks it smells.

  • English only rule

He is doggedly determined, even as he proclaims love for the culture and language from the rooftop, to keep his children from learning how to speak his African tongue.

  • Whuzzup and all that comes with it

He still has his thick African accent, but his incessant quest to swap that with an American drawl leaves him sounding like a rambling oaf unable to communicate effectively and intelligibly. 

  • I’m no hood rat

He is now a blended creature who ostracizes himself from the African immigrant community, but ventures out every now and then to escape boredom in his new distant suburbia community.

  • Pasta, not fufu

If somehow he ends up in an African restaurant, he would want to order a plate of ‘lasagna’ with meatballs on it, somehow forgetting that what’s available is ‘kenke’ or ‘fufu’ with African soup to go with it.    

  • What’s in a name?

His authentic African name has been doctored up to read and sound more like an American name.

I said ‘he’, but these apply to women too.