We, other Africans

If identities do not exist in themselves, if they are constructed and invented according to the wanderings of history, what could be left for the Man of Africa? And if, despite their ambitions, all the formulas of politics have so far been unable to sufficiently guarantee the life on which they rely, should we stand idly by and remain passive? Or is there something that can be done, a possibility that must be made to happen? How can we manage our identities in contemporary Africa in such a way that they do not lapse into the politics of negation of the other, of others, into their death for our life, but rather foster an environment where, having fallen silent, they do not kill the other and others, and by dying without falling silent, they encourage modes of expenditure for life, one's own life and the life of the other, and that of others? How else can identity and difference be spent in Africa today? And, above all, how do we go about it and get to work? In my opinion, what remains to be done is to bring about a full awareness of death, tending towards an ethic of the death of life and an ethic of existence.