I was born in Kuwait. 

My parents, of Egyptian descent, had been living there for over a decade. Unfortunately, like many families, though, we were negatively impacted by the Iraq-Kuwait war (1990-1991). The most heart-wrenching part about that experience wasn’t when Iraqi soldiers stole most of our precious belongings (like the family photos you see below, for example). It was knowing that my father had almost been killed for finding himself traveling through a restricted area (unbeknownst to him, of course), as he had so courageously hurried back to his office at the university to collect whatever remained of his personal belongings. Thankfully, we were able to return to Egypt, but only to find ourselves immigrating to Canada three years later — where I would live for 28 years.

There is much to be grateful for.

But like them, I knew that one day, I, too, would make a similarly bold decision — except this time, to repatriate to beautiful Africa, the birthplace of my ancestors and my own childhood memories.

Though, I must admit, it would become one of the most painful decisions of my life.

August 1st, 2021 was the day of my return.

It was an extremely emotional day, leaving behind all those whom I love and all that is familiar — my family and friends (and a ‘distinguished’ career in politics). This journey has tested me — psychologically, emotionally, and spiritually. Not only does it mean that, I visit my parents roughly 20 of 365 days, if I’m fortunate, but that I also leave behind my brother who, for a number of years, has been suffering from mental health difficulties.

Despite these challenges, the journey has been deeply fulfilling, as I reconnect with my heritage and embrace new opportunities to do meaningful work.

But it was only after some serious, painful deliberation did I realise that contributing to Africa and the Levant is my life’s calling. Yet, I am left wondering — must profound experiences only unfold when adorned with the threads of self-sacrifice?

Must profound experiences only unfold when adorned with the threads of self-sacrifice?

And this calling is rooted, perhaps, in my familial ties to Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, the first president of Ghana.

My Familial Ties to Dr. Kwame Nukrumah

Discovering the connection between my family and Kwame Nkrumah was a delightful surprise. My grandmother, S. Girguis, was Fathia Rizk’s cousin — Kwame’s wife (feel free to ask me how former Egyptian president, Gamal Abdel Nasser, had a hand in arranging the marriage). 

I love sharing this connection with Ghanaians. It is particularly heartwarming whenever I experience their eyes light up at the mere mention of this iconic figure’s name.

Nkrumah was a true visionary. As the first president of Ghana — making it the first African country to gain independence — he dedicated himself to the liberation and advancement of Africa, advocating for pan-African unity and empowerment. With a tireless spirit and unwavering commitment to justice and equality, Nkrumah left an indelible impact that inspires future generations to work towards a brighter future for the African continent.

I’ve uploaded one of his books, “Africa Must Unite”, for you to read here. 

My return to Africa is steeped in reverence and purpose, as I strive to keep alive Kwame’s legacy and write my own story.

…[We] need a new type of citizen, a dedicated, modest, honest and informed man. A man submerges self in service to the nation and mankind.

A man who abhors greed and detests vanity. A new type of man whose humility is his strength and whose integrity is his greatness.

Dr. Kwame Nkrumah

Father, Servant Leader, Pan-African, President

Closing Remarks

The dissimilar experiences in Canada and Egypt has placed me in a perpetual state of reflection, causing me to reflect on the circumstances of my birth and how fortunate I am. My gratitude towards my loving parents, who so generously supported my choice to embark on this journey, only amplifies this reflection. This does, though, impose on me a heightened responsibility – first to them, then to the wider world. I must admit, too, this sense of responsibility stems mostly from having an incessant preoccupation with the Parable of the Talents and other similar teachings.

I was born into a nurturing environment that facilitated my flourishing, while many others were not as fortunate to have the same (picture yourself living in a country where you are constantly reminded that an overwhelming majority are considered materially impoverished).

With “ubuntu” as my North Star, I approach the future with unbridled enthusiasm. The path I am meant to take has become as vivid as the sun on a cloudless sky, filling me with great energy and excitement for what lies ahead – the obstacles to be conquered, chances to be seized, and, above all, the people to be served.

And with great eagerness, I look forward to the many people I have yet to meet who are aligned on a similar path.

Here’s to all those who defy conventions. Those who see uncertainty not as something to be feared but as something to be explored in wonderment.

Live life in wonderment, friend. That, is the essence of being truly alive.

soli Deo gloria.

Michael

9.06.2023

Micah 6.8