Why the educated African stands alone

The educated African is the privileged African. For through her education, she has gained knowledge. And knowledge, as we – the educated – know, is power. There she sits, in her position of power, perched on the pedestal of privilege, cushioned by a false sense of pride. From this pedestal she looks upon those who know not as much as she and expects recognition for her intellectual prowess.

The educated African is the crippled visionary. Having descended from his pedestal, he sits on his comfortable couch and sips on his imported beverage. So quick is he to criticise the current state of his country, yet he does little to change the status quo. So perfectly laid out are his plans of what should be; critically analysed from all angles. If only the system had room for minds as great and practical as his. If only it did.

The educated African is the selfish philanthropist. Touched by the turmoil surrounding her, she longs to ‘do something’ to help those in need. But first, her needs must also be met. For how can she help others when she has not yet helped herself? Though her intentions are good, her direction leads to distress. For her gains cause grief amidst those who have none. Eventually, she gives of her share. The people rejoice! As does she at the thought of her social elevation.

The educated African is the diverted pioneer. Overflowing with ideas and vast opportunities to exploit, negotiation is the name of his game. Gaining access and influencing decisions, he uses his vantage point carelessly. Guided by his sense of know-how, at times, he stumbles over his sense of know-when. Maybe next time, he sighs. The people are not yet ready for this opportunity. Tomorrow, however, little will be done differently.

The educated African is the frustrated individual. Overwhelmed by the responsibility bestowed upon her, she withdraws to her comfort zone, writing thoughts that run through her mind. Thoughts of where we have gone wrong. Thoughts of why we do not learn. Thought after thought, she plays with words, and wishes in vain, that these words could only reverse the damage done.

No longer is it enough to simply remember what the true role of the educated African ought to be. For in remembering, we – the Africans – cover but one mile in the journey towards freeing ourselves from the mis-education trap; from the bondage of pride. United we have stood – alone. Divided we shall grow apart. Perhaps the time has come, to re-educate ourselves; to re-focus our energy on righting our wrongs. Perhaps the time has come, to face our complexities, and, despite these, regard each other as one, regardless of one’s education.

Perhaps...no – indeed...the time has come, to redefine the educated African.

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* Neema Ndunguru is an educated African.
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