A Journey to Afrofuturism: Dare I Ditch the Lemons?
A Journey to Afrofuturism: Dare I Ditch the Lemons? [PIX: CNN]

A Journey to Afrofuturism: Dare I Ditch the Lemons?

The central ethos of the concept of Afrofuturism is the reimaging of the future through the lenses of the African. In the words of Mark Dery, the American author, who is credited to have coined the word Afrofuturism, the central question of the movement is “Can a community whose past has been deliberately rubbed out, and whose energies have subsequently been consumed by the search for legible traces of its history, imagine possible futures? Furthermore, isn’t the unreal estate of the future already owned by the technocrats, futurologists, streamliners, and set designers ― white to a man ― who have engineered our collective fantasies?”. The question to be asked is deeper and yet all essential: who owns the future? We shall attempt a conversation of images and imaginations in this write-up but first, a thought experiment.

Imagine with me for a moment, if you will, a young African taxi driver called Yaw who lives in Jamestown. His only priced possession is his home second-hand cab. Yaw, however, suffers from Social Anxiety Disorder (SAD).  SAD Yaw decides to go for a wedding one day, as the couple had managed to get close to him. SAD Yaw travelled miles away from Jamestown for the social event. SAD Yaw decided to leave as dusk was falling rapidly. Imagine at this point however that, SAD Yaw’s car will not start when he pressed his ignition. Already anxious and spent from the wedding, his car has given up on him. It is now getting dark, the winds are getting stronger and colder as the storms gather, the rain is about to fall. Imagine that you are SAD Yaw at this point; alone, helpless, and caught in a storm with an old spoilt car, yet incapable of asking any of the people at the wedding for help. What will you do?


As you may be mulling on the plight of SAD Yaw, let’s find cause in the African narrative. The journey of the African community is an interesting narrative, our history as we are taught seems to begin with the arrival of the colonizers. The stories of pre-15th century Africa is almost nonexistent. The images of who we were as given, is one of a group of naked people who were playing with monkeys and eating bananas when some historian are of the view that, “Between the 9th and 11th centuries, the kingdom of Ghana was so rich that its dogs wore golden collars, and its horses, which were adorned with silken rope halters, slept on plush carpets. Based on animal luxuries alone, it is no wonder that foreigners touted Ghana's kings as the richest men in the world.” The Europeans, therefore, came to meet a rich, prosperous people with its own culture and governance yet the average narratives appear that they became the salvation of an uncultured people and gave them language, art, culture, and invariably every good thing including the demarcated new countries, the false sense of nationalism and the legal framework through which we may interpret these new realities and call it ‘Uti Possidetis’ which is ‘may you continue to possess such as you do possess”.

The problem as I see it is one of information and an acceptance of the status quo; possess only, such as you possess. To entrench the narratives of racial control and poverty into the future then, one only has to define the images of the nature of realities such that, reality exists only through that frame and only through such structured thinking can one imagine the future, which will then create a future not different from the past already curated.

The knowledge we accept of the past creates the images we hold of the past, but even more powerful are those narrative’s ability to frame the mind to the extent of its imagination. We have celebrated the 400th year since the Spanish slave ship, San Juan Bautista, sent African slaves to the shores of America. We celebrate the independence and republics we were given by the men like Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah, for whom I write this on his memorial day, yet a trip to Jamestown where Yaw lives, leaves us with a feeling very closely relatable to the feelings of SAD Yaw; alone, helpless, caught in a storm with an immovable vehicle and almost incapable of collaborating out of the mess and even worst is perhaps the willingness to stowaway into utopia, the land of the Caucasian, never worrying about our motherland.

The options available to SAD Yaw, I consider are not very different from that which is available to the African if we must rebuild and get to a future which is completely independent, African and yet beautiful in all measures of utopia; far from a dysfunctional dystopia. On this day as we remember the legacies of Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah, let us reconsider our options and act in the light of prudence:

We must first become aware of our lemons problem. Defective used cars are commonly called lemons. But the problem of lemons is bigger than just defective cars. As explained by George Akerlof’s Nobel winning article; it is the differences in information concerning the value of anything. As with many people who suffer from social anxiety disorder there is usually a history of domination which makes them devalue their worth and thus defer to an acceptance to possess that which they have always possessed; which is others’ narrative of their social humiliation, dislike by others and even shame as they have always had. Those images of the past frames the imagination such that any information about their value cannot be received. SAD Yaw must thus understand he has value to offer even in the stormy cold night. He must understand for the mechanics who will reach out to solve his car problem, he will provide value for them. He must appreciate asking for help is fulfilling someone’s deep need to be good and helpful. However, like Africa, SAD Yaw must first become aware that, there is value to exchange irrespective of the context. Our first option, therefore, is to be completely convinced of our value, we must rise to the place where we have become aware of such valuable information about our worth and heritage, it is only then we can survive this engineered social structure where valuation is based on perceptions of value.

The second option as I humbly view it is that we must decide to remain committed to the vision of getting home. Yaw can give up and be stranded in an unfavourable social setting, stowaway and forget about his vehicle or remain resolute to finding a solution to a messy car, so as to get home safely before the storm comes. In the words and voice of Dr Kwame Nkrumah in his reflections of the educational outlook in Africa, “you may shackle the hands of men; you may shackle the feet of men; yes, you may even shackle and enslave the bodies of men, but there is one thing which even the diabolical forces of fascism and imperialism cannot do; they cannot enslave forever, the minds of determined men.” At this point, the journey to Africa’s future is left to the pure unbroken resolve to get to a beautiful future or we may elect to give up. Many people I know have given up, but if you are reading this, remember that that option of giving up, like SAD Yaw will end in tears because the storms gather and the cold windy night approaches. Let us find resolve in the hope of warmth in our beds when we do get home and let’s get past the narrative of our past images; resolved in strength to get home by all means necessary.

Finally, let us envision something new. Yaw may need to solve his lemon problem today but he must envision a better car. He may be poor today but he must find cause to envision not as he has been or as he is but he must see differently; he must see a new Yaw not constrained by all of life’s challenges but a new Yaw who has so much newness and confidence in his uniqueness that he can collaborate with others to create something new.

So If you are reading to this point, pause and imagine with me yet again a new future, a new you, for eyes have not seen, nor ears heard, neither has it fallen into the hearts of men that which God will do with you and for Africa. New has come, know it, envision it, trust in your value, collaborate with others on that journey, and just be better for the New Africa is upon us.

My name is Yaw Sompa, I suffer from Severe African Dream (SAD) pattern, an author of two book; the second on leadership in Africa and the first on lessons from Ghana’s financial crisis. I am committed to the future of Africa. #Uhuru. May Africa Learn.

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