We are constantly asked to pay via SMS, an offering for black Africa, especially for children who do not have schools that are not eligible for an education as they should, who die of diseases we treat, such as typhoid or disappeared for some time such as malaria. Some companies, to win potential customers, say that one or two Euros will be allocated to help Africa.
When the money reaches its destination, where you arrive, which are handled by NGOs, the best of intentions, using them for certain projects on site. These 'beautiful souls' I want to tell the story of Nana Konadu Yadom an Ashanti, ancient tribes of black Africa, the queen of a small village, Besora, surrounded by subtropical jungle of Ghana.
When Princess Nana is still part of Italy because he wants to meet a nun when he heard and broke it, fascinated. When leave is taken by some doubt the faces bright, clear eyes, calm its people and the thousands of children running around happily. But part. The impulse to know is stronger.
Before reaching the nun, who should be, according to vague statements, in a northern city, he stops in Sicily, where to live, suited to make the domestic worker. When it reaches the city of the nun, Schio, learns that she is dead for fifty years. He stops in Schio, always as a maid. Of our country does not have a negative perception, admires the achievements, even if you notice that everyone has always been a tremendous hurry, go running, are obsessed with a strange instrument, clock, all things unknown to Besora, not least because Besora the clock does not exist, we comply with the sunrise and when the shadow touches the roots of a baobab.
Meanwhile in Besora the queen dying, which is his aunt, he mentioned for the succession. But Nana still a bit 'in Italy. Become a chance: a queen who makes the kitchen-maid! Ends up in the newspapers. For a hair does not lead to isolation of Fame. After eighteen years in Italy, Nana returned to his village, called by the Council of Elders as to comply with its duties as queen.
Participates in the two cultures Nana wants to bring some innovation to Besora, nothing great: a small school, a small hospital. Built this with your doctor, a black man he too, makes note that the hospital is useless unless you build a well so that children and adults Besor not abbeverino a putrid pond where they infect.
Thus begins a note to die that you do not go out anymore. Children get sick less, but Nana note with surprise that the people are sad now, no longer faces bright, clear eyes, happy, and appeared to Besora never seen a disease, high blood pressure. The virus broke western ancestral balances.
The first is a sneak Coio the hunter who returns to the forest, then another, then even the quiet Ofa uncle goes away, while one who works at the hospital said in a voice almost childlike, "I can not live with the time" . The experiment was a failure. I would like to conclude this parable with the words of Andrea Pasqualetto, the reporter who collected the story of Queen Nana Konadu Yadom for a book due out soon by Marsilio: "Who said that black Africa must be helped? Who says that serve schools, hospitals, wells? Used to whom? To Africans or to us? ".
, May 28, 2011 
When the money reaches its destination, where you arrive, which are handled by NGOs, the best of intentions, using them for certain projects on site. These 'beautiful souls' I want to tell the story of Nana Konadu Yadom an Ashanti, ancient tribes of black Africa, the queen of a small village, Besora, surrounded by subtropical jungle of Ghana.
When Princess Nana is still part of Italy because he wants to meet a nun when he heard and broke it, fascinated. When leave is taken by some doubt the faces bright, clear eyes, calm its people and the thousands of children running around happily. But part. The impulse to know is stronger.
Before reaching the nun, who should be, according to vague statements, in a northern city, he stops in Sicily, where to live, suited to make the domestic worker. When it reaches the city of the nun, Schio, learns that she is dead for fifty years. He stops in Schio, always as a maid. Of our country does not have a negative perception, admires the achievements, even if you notice that everyone has always been a tremendous hurry, go running, are obsessed with a strange instrument, clock, all things unknown to Besora, not least because Besora the clock does not exist, we comply with the sunrise and when the shadow touches the roots of a baobab.
Meanwhile in Besora the queen dying, which is his aunt, he mentioned for the succession. But Nana still a bit 'in Italy. Become a chance: a queen who makes the kitchen-maid! Ends up in the newspapers. For a hair does not lead to isolation of Fame. After eighteen years in Italy, Nana returned to his village, called by the Council of Elders as to comply with its duties as queen.
Participates in the two cultures Nana wants to bring some innovation to Besora, nothing great: a small school, a small hospital. Built this with your doctor, a black man he too, makes note that the hospital is useless unless you build a well so that children and adults Besor not abbeverino a putrid pond where they infect.
Thus begins a note to die that you do not go out anymore. Children get sick less, but Nana note with surprise that the people are sad now, no longer faces bright, clear eyes, happy, and appeared to Besora never seen a disease, high blood pressure. The virus broke western ancestral balances.
The first is a sneak Coio the hunter who returns to the forest, then another, then even the quiet Ofa uncle goes away, while one who works at the hospital said in a voice almost childlike, "I can not live with the time" . The experiment was a failure. I would like to conclude this parable with the words of Andrea Pasqualetto, the reporter who collected the story of Queen Nana Konadu Yadom for a book due out soon by Marsilio: "Who said that black Africa must be helped? Who says that serve schools, hospitals, wells? Used to whom? To Africans or to us? ".
, May 28, 2011
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