Africa / Ghana

Letter to my generation of young Ghanaians. Part II.

If we continue on the trajectory we are already on, we are guaranteed doom and frustration. No exaggerations here. To every complaint, we must offer a solution, and so, I’ll lead by example here:

We need to come back home in droves as an army to collaborate with like-minded individuals on the ground and moreso, learn only the good from those who have had more hands-on and first-hand experience here.  We must be vigilant, steadfast, committed. Yes.  Let people call us fools. Let them call us scapegoats. But I urge as all to be relentless in our pursuit of all things good, that our nation deserves. Let’s stand our ground.  We need to be fiesty, and not calm-tempered. We have been taught that being incensed and impassioned and wanting things to be done immediately is rash and impatient. This is not a matter of patience being a virtue. It is a matter of tolerating nonsense leading to our misery. Whoever should find patience for the wrong things?

We must be the light that floods the darkness and makes it scurry off into hiding. The stars in the pitch-black night that at least make vision possible. We must remember that our lives can be bigger, far bigger and better than we ourselves if we make it so. We must realize that all my statements do not have to remain clichés, but become living, breathing, active reality. We cannot look to the West or the East. Because ultimately, nobody believes in us more than we ourselves. Because ultimately, Nkrumah was right when he said “We face neither East nor West, we face forward”.  Because ultimately we are our own worst enemies.  We kill our own dreams. We kill our own. We killed Nkrumah. We killed 6million in Congo and Rwanda. We kill our own nations. We kill our own selves. Whether the West or East has a hand in these recesses of our past, aided & abetted or still does so today, only we, are to blame. For, we are the ones who allow everything to happen to us, to the point of currently forfeiting our divine gift of free-will.

We also need to simply put, humble ourselves. Go into the remotest villages. Find out from the people what they truly and really want. See and understand their thought patterns. Reason with them. Speak their language (both literally and metaphorically). Like seriously, we should push ourselves to study a local language fluently, it makes all the difference. Understand what their vision is. Understand the reality on the ground. Then be the game-changer. Show them what they are worth and what their land is worth. Let’s set up teams. Take up one village at a time. I am increasingly becoming convinced that we private individuals will do the trick…not the government. But then again, this might be my useful optimism running ahead of me here. But seriously. Imagine a team of 15 vibrant young educated Africans, going to one village over the summer, to study it. Draw up a community profile of it. The people, their livelihood, their demographics, their culture. Let the team be a collaboration between local university students and university students abroad. Let that team of 15, take on that villge as a project and within the course of 1 year or 2 years, solicit the funds, research expertise and ideas needed o transform that community into what it has the potential to be. Now assuming, we plant several groups of 15 individuals all over our countries, and build up such programs with time, I tell you, I believe we can still witness the power of private-public partnerships or unity. For if by individual men, history was changed forever (à la Hitler, etc.), then surely, by teams of 10/15 men, history can be made.

We face  many resistances from either side. but in solidarity, we will not be buffeted by the stormy waves. Let me use an allusion here. Imagine the whole “mess of a system we have” as sea waves in stormy weather. Assume that our task in developing our nation is like attempting to swim to the shore on the other side (the brighter side of life, lol). Now if one man, braces these waves alone, he is surely bound to die (if not drowned by the waves, he will be tired by his own might or even eaten by sharks! Yes, let’s make the sharks the corrupt “big men & women” in the system. lol. But if this one man who wants to make a difference finds himself in the company of 5, 10 or 15 other like-minded individuals, they will together come up with the idea to build a boat. Someone will be good at the woodworks, another will be artistic enough to design the boat, somebody will be great at coordinating everybody, someone will be a physicist to know what structure will hold, etc. I guess this is what they meant in the past by not “sinking the ship!”. They will not only together conquer the waves, they will rise above it, they will reach an expected end in a more efficient way, they will improvise along the way, they will ride on the waves. In the same way, we cannot come back home to our respective countries with our youthful optimism and be beaten by the waves of the system that has made so many other people despair, become corrupt as well in order to survive, or run away to develop other ‘worlds’ that need no developing. But if we come  back as an army of likeminded individuals, who will not give up on each other, we are certain to rise above ‘the system’ (which i think is non-existent)

This is my plea to the generation of my youth. We need ourselves more than ever before. God preserve our passions. God sustain our energy. God hold us together and build us up, to cripple the forts of corruption ad frustration that have ceased our shores and borded  our nation with failure.

I’m done here for now. 😀


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