Who am I? I am a faceless and nameless blog user. I attempt to use my blog to inspire me to write a story, or should I say history. I post to test the tastes. I am not a cheerful writer nor am I a motivational writer. I want to write the story of a family that exists. A real story. And this blog serves me to check what styles are welcome and what are not. English is not my first language. I am Portuguese. But after 23 years in an English speaking country, I attempt to write English, perhaps with a flavor of Portuguese in it.
Believe this is ok! We live in a shrinking world with languages and cultures mixing so heavily that I believe in a few decades English will relinquish its first place to a “engineered” language, fruit of social media and the increasing communication amongst cultures.
Not so long ago we lived in a world with no communication, a world where traveling was for the elite, a world without luxury cars, and branded clothes, a world with black and white TV and perhaps two channels to chose from.
I am from that world. I am 44 years old, not so old I chose to believe, but I feel ancient. I remember greeting my first Motorola cell phone just about 19 years ago. That is nothing. It is when my daughter was born. And I was one of the first in Africa to have it -always keen on gadgets!
My story is a story of a family in a Africa that is long forgotten, never spoken of, never written about! I am not the silenced women of millennial cultures interfering with modern age, I am not the holocaust, I am not a rape (although this still pervades in the story of my family), I am not oppressed, hungry, starved,. But I am the fruit of a story that unfolded in a country no one speaks of – Mozambique! And my story is the story of millions that went through what my family went through. The stories that were never told! The stories of families that ripped their hearts when leaving Mozambique in 1974/75/76/77 and never spoken about! They just took in and love Mozambique from a distance.
It has always been about the oppression, the whites and the blacks! I have a story that has no white or black. No oppression nor oppressing. Just the pure love for a land that we call home but rejected us!
I hope that by telling my story, others from Mozambique will come out into the light and tell theirs, rather then hiding in longing memory groups that only prolong the suffering for all those that live as true Mocambicanos, forming memory groups that never, ever bring consolation!
I will tell the story of the family Brito in Vila Pery, Mozambique!
I sit in front of the fire tonight…. A glass of white wine, The Hobbit playing on my screen… My son wrestling with my yorkie, my husband on email and my daughter out for movies – Hitchcok.
This is me Silvia Maria Correia de Brito, daughter of Maria de Lourdes de Magalhaes Mendes Correia e Custodio Evaristo Neves de Brito. my sisters are Catarina Maria de Magalhaes Correia de Brito, Maria Joao Correia de Brito.
Let it all commence…