By Chrizelda Kekana
Over the past week someone said, “Trevor Noah went on one of the biggest stages in America and told an inside joke only South Africans would immediately understand.
Hilarious right? Absolutely.
After I laughed my ass off, I really wished I could hug Trevor man because, for the first time in a while, I, a South African got the last laugh. Look, it wasn’t even that long a victory but it felt great.
How I see it is that Trevor got on that stage… where Africans have always visibly struggled with the “imposter” syndrome and expressed his African side so much that he actually “politely disregarded” the people that often see themselves as superior to us.
It was so refreshing not to be the subject of the joke man… and the fact that abelungu only got the joke many hours later was the cherry on top.
Trevor himself has made jokes at our expense more than once but he’s one of us… so I usually don’t mind.
It’s just that I’ve observed that in many other aspects of human existence, whether in politics, academia and even entertainment, Africa is often the afterthought, despite how undeniably brilliant we are.
That is why we constantly battle with placing unnecessary importance on the validation from America or how in our identity crisis we gravitate towards wanting to be American. No matter how bright we shine, America (and company) always seem to imply that they had a hand in our awesomeness or can do better than our best.
So effectively, what those mere minutes of having the upper hand did for me, was it made me feel like that platform was mine as a South African. I am not even Xhosa that time (thank God I do understand it) but the happiness that hit me when I knew that the joke flew over their heads (for once) was amazing!
It’s kinda petty but allow me. The way the world is set up, these moments are hard to come by.
I’m not entirely sure if they’ll ever give him the platform again but hey rea leboga Trevor maan! We stan forever.