African Rosewell

Roughly 3-4 decades before I was born, in a place that I am made to understand that was called Roswell, New Mexico some people claimed that the remains of an alien space craft is said to have been recovered. By Aliens I don’t mean the hundreds of people that line up at the home office to get one permit or another. I refer to intelligent creatures from another world. Apparently even some of these “little green men”/”Big headed skinny grey men” were taken alive and the debris of the space craft was taken. Regardless of the truth concerning this “controversial incident” that had long since disappeared from our T.V. screens (by that I mean American media) to the best of my knowledge is not the matter I am to discuss.

Years ago, in the world’s second largest continent (which is also the world’s second most populous continent) by some sandy seashore a group of natives stood perturbed by the sight of creatures that though they could swear that they were similar, were not like anything that they had imagined. This I imagine was by the Eastern side of this continent. These strange beings had arrived in a large ship like they had never seen. They were amazed by their technology, it seemed like magic. These aliens had landed on the east coast of Africa.

I can imagine the skepticism on your face. Is this author trying to tell me that aliens landed on Africa and that it can be confirmed; that sometime after Columbus had “discovered” America a possible ancestor of mine had seen aliens with their ship?

Allow me to clear the air. Imagine a certain Mpho, standing in a place that would one day have the name Maputo. He sees this large object slowly approach from the horizon. He runs and calls the elders in panic. They consult the resident doctor from Malawi. He has no answers. The ship comes into view. Something comes from the ship which has stopped some distance from the shoreline. There are several bipeds on the approaching craft. The chief, the council of elders and the young men are all present. The young men are ready to be cannon fodder at a moments notice. It is easy to produce millions of sperms. One male could repopulate the village. The womb is more precious, so the women and the children are kept at a safe distance. The strange beings land on the shore. They looked like them, but they seemed to be like albinos with hair color.

“Olá! meu nome é Gama de Vasco a Dinamarca, É este India?” asks one of the strange beings.

The natives look on bewildered. If they could see the future they might have destroyed these visitors from another world. Oh, by the way, the strange being had said Hello; my name is Vasco da Gama. Is this India? So the African Roswell had played out in different ways all across Africa. The Aliens were explorers who were experiencing a new world. To the aliens it was the last frontier, but that topic is best left for another day, cause over time, some of these aliens came to call that place home.