December 5, 1915.
Port of Benguela.
With economic development and the stimulus of the European War, the economy across East Africa's entire West Coast had climbed to a new level by seizing this historic opportunity.
In Falta New District of Benguela, train cars and trucks unloaded goods and containers that had come from the interior or local areas.
At eight in the evening, dockworker Anton and his fellow workers finally finished loading the last container onto the ship. After wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, Anton sat on the concrete ground and said to Mars, "There's been far more work this year than last. Who knows how long Europe will keep fighting?"
Mars took a sip of cold tea from his large mug and said, "The longer they fight, the better. It's not decent to say so, but without the European War, where would all these trade orders come from?"
"I don't care how the Europeans are living now. It's enough if we can live our own lives well. Besides, the European powers are no good either. If they decline because of this, it would be a good thing for the whole world."
The people of the world had suffered under Europe for far too long. Of course, East Africans were hardly in a position to say such things, since East Africa was merely one of the world's great powers and one of the oppressors as well.
Looking over East African history, it was entirely the road of a rising Imperialist country, a nation built atop the blood, sweat, and bones of tens of millions of Black people, brown people, and some of the Yellow race and white people.
The European countries that had ever had ugly entanglements with East Africa were no more than Britain and