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I am watching
America
.
As an African, I have known charred hope. I have seen stolen opportunities. I have witnessed the lavish celebration of abysmal failure. As an antidote to it all, I have padded my sanity with the juice of cynicism.
For that reason, I was very reluctant to emotionally invest in Barrack Obama. I was not sure what another heartbreak would do to my soul. A heartbreak in Africa could be pieced together with strings of tears but a heartbreak in
America
, the land of the free, the home of the brave, and the last best hope for mankind, portends total disillusionment.
Since Obama won the Democratic Party caucus in
Iowa
, I have been watching
America
. I have been holding my breath. And so should you.
I am watching
America
to see what it does with Obama. I am watching on behalf of my four-year old daughter, Ijeamaka, and my nine-month old son, Ogonna. I watch because I know my childrens fate in
America
will not differ from Obamas. One generation after, my children will receive in their prime, the same treatment
America
is giving today to Obama, the son of a Kenyan father and a white
Kansas
blonde.
For so long, the prevailing mantra has been that it is what it is. In
Obama
,
America
seems to be saying that it does not always have to be what it is. In the past,
America
has proved that it can uphold its creed, polish its union, and advance its citizenship. It seems this is one of those times. And that is why I am watching
America
.
If
America
finds home for
Obama
,
America
will in that singular act find home for so many people of color who have one foot in
America
and another hanging outside.
If America gives Obama a strong place to stand, America will be giving millions of people eager to embrace the American ideals but unsure of their place in it, a stool on which to lift America up.
I am watching
America
. I am holding my breath. And so should you.
From
Nairobi
to
Niamey
,
Cairo
to
Cape Town
,
Africa
fumbles. For me, each fumble raises the question of where home is? The more the place I came from ceases to look like home, the more I desire to have as home where I reside. But until I feel at home in
America
, I remain a divided soul.
I have come to terms with that paradox. What I have not come to terms with is where that leaves my children. And that is why I am watching
America
.
If America finds home for Obama, America will be going a step further to make me feel at home in America.
If
America
finds home for
Obama
,
America
will be reducing in leaps and bounds my wariness about the place of my children in
America
.
If
America
takes care of Obama, I can then relax knowing that
America
will take care of Ijeamaka and Ogonna.
America
s flag flies high because it is always looking for a place where everyone can see it and salute its pursuit of a higher purpose.
If
America
embraces
Obama
,
America
will be shedding off the yoke of its ugly past.
If
America
listens to
Obama
,
America
will be paying tribute to screams long suppressed.
If
America
welcomes
Obama
,
America
will be giving reasons for many to believe again.
If
America
kisses
Obama
,
America
will be opening the door for dreams to fly in once more.
Obama is like an exquisite painting that critics all agree makes a statement. What
America
does with that painting will be televised for posterity. If
America
hides it under the shelf, that statement will reverberate all over the globe. If
America
hangs it on its living room wall,
America
will be rewarded with a blessed future.
There is no accident in the birth of destiny. There are only consequences for its deferment.
Those who hitch on the wind of transformation go far. Those who put up windbreaks on its path invite the wrath of fortune.
I should not be saying this to
America
, for
America
should have known this already. So, I sit back and watch.
I am watching
America
to see what it does with Obama.
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Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo is the author of Children of a Retired God

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Posted by Robot| 04.02.2008 20:06