NTOABOMA—Across our dear continent, more people now boast of formal “education.” From one degree to the next, the man with the longest array of diplomas is hailed as the smartest of all. The man with the shortest list—that is the man with a grade school diploma–is a tried-and-lost cause. Further, the man with no list of diplomas is worse off than the lost cause—he is, in all machinations of the language of the educated, a fool, and a dimwit.

This labeling reaches further: it reaches beyond our time, into the very interstice of our past, into the history of our continent. Our Ancestors who could never boast of this formal “education” are now invariably branded, in retrospect, as illiterate, foolish, unintelligent and unperceptive. This labeling also reaches into a wider scale of our own imagination, into all forms of our collective knowledge—from medicine to agriculture; from politics to economics—knowledge gathered by these supposed illiterates. To the newly educated, the wisdom of the Ancestors, gathered over the course of 12,000 civilizational years, is no longer worthy of consideration. Our Ancestors, says the educated man, need not be paid any attention moving forward.

The man who has been brought up in the ways of the Mission School, because he is more educated than his or her Ancestor, must look somewhere else for his knowledge. He, this new man, is the Metha—the more educated than his Ancestor. Nothing out of Africa is good enough for him! He must rise upwards, from the backwardness of his 100,000-year culture, from the filth of his 12,000-year civilizational history, from the decadence of his poor heritage, and from the dirt of Asase Yaa, Asase Efua, Mother Earth, and embrace the Sky Gods—Jesus Christ or Allah.

Although, as the Metha rises “up,” he only goes down to kneel before his newfound Gods. So this Metha engages the corporate Mission of his Mission School builders and perseveres to bring its penchant for “primitive accumulation” to Africa, in order that the rest of us, who refuse to wake up to its boisterous wave, can be carried along by sheer force to join the rest of the newly civilized world. Never mind that this rising wave finally crashes down the coast, splinters into its constituent molecules only to be carried back, if lucky, from whence it began.

Everywhere in sight, appears the stagecraft of the Metha—the University, the Mission schools, the Churches, the Mosques, the ministries, the colonial armed forces, the colonial police, the office of the president: occupied by educated men with authority and who drive in their fine cars, with their own chauffeurs; educated men in government, educated men in politics, educated business men and women, educated men in parliament, lawmakers and teachers who dictate the future of every child who cannot escape the inevitability of their quicksand.

The Metha has no idea that these institutions are the centers of his systematic indoctrination in the ways of the Ayevu (the cunning dog) or that this philosophy of Blem na le (trick to kidnap) is especially hewn for his continuous captivation. That in the end, the goal of these centers is so that the “educated” man can end up in the basement of the Mission School builder, who he wants to become but can never become. The Metha ends up like his master, not his own master, and remains there, in that basement, a debased organism stuck in the affairs of defeated, humiliated beings.

From this basement, the Metha still insists that he knows what is best for himself, for his fellow countrymen and for everyone else with whom he comes into contact. He refuses to accept that he is ill, having been deprived of sunlight—for his brain. He overlooks his own diagnosis that he is sick because he is actually insane in the way that a mad man is incapable of diagnosing the disease that afflicts him.

So, the Metha drives himself further into more infectious insanity: he creates an unnecessary dilemma and then proceeds to make his environment reflect his very insanity. Take for instance the Metha who lives in 27 degree Celsius weather. He wears a suit and tie (both imported) in a country in which he never needed an air-conditioner for his Atakpame house, and then proceeds to order his countrymen to mine the river for gold and diamonds—to destroy his own source of clean water and food—so he can purchase Air-Conditioners, which he does not make, from abroad, to cool his asbestos-roofed offices and, of course, himself.

Take for instance the Metha who still believes that the gold in his own land cannot be used to back his own currency, unless he is able to mine it, unless he is able to collect a piece of paper from his Ayevu master in return for it, and then unless he pegs his own currency to the paper! Take for instance this Metha who believes that he has succeeded in understanding exactly how his economy works by reading countless papers on GDP: that a man who farms his own food, fishes and raises his own meat, produces nothing unless he can sell it for paper!

When the Metha is challenged on his insanity, when his cognitive dissonance is called out, he resorts to name-calling. He claims that anyone who points to his folly is an Afrocentrist. To the Metha, anyone who thinks that the Metha’s Ancestors were more intelligent than he—after all his education—is dead wrong. For how can a petty African people living in the 1700s be more intelligent than he—the man with the Mission School education, the man with the knowledge of Christ Jesus, the man with the PhD in Western Economics? So, the Metha calls his fellow countrymen who do not agree with his insanity—Afrocentrists! He thinks the highest form of insult anyone can dish out to a fellow countryman is: not to insult his mother, or his manhood, but to call his fellow countryman just another Africanist.

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~ Success is a horrible teacher. It seduces the ignorant into thinking that he can’t lose. It seduces the intellectual into thinking that he must win. Success corrupts; Only usefulness exalts. ~ WP. Narmer Amenuti (which names translate: Dances With Lions), was born by The River, deep within the heartlands of Ghana, in Ntoaboma. He is a public intellectual from the Sankoré School of Critical Theory, where he trained and was awarded the highest degree of Warrior Philosopher at the Temple of Narmer. As a Culture Critic and a Guan Rhythmmaker, he is a dilettante, a dissident and a gadfly, and he eschews promotional intellectualism. He maintains strict anonymity and invites intellectuals and lay people alike to honest debate. He reads every comment. If you enjoyed this essay and would like to support more content like this one, please pour the Ancestors some Libation in support of my next essay, or you can go bold, very bold and invoke them. Here's my CashApp: $TheRealNarmer


  1. There’s a new creature on the loose on the streets of Accra or in a city near you. This creature is called the METHA–the More Educated Than His Ancestors. Narmer Amenuti gives a thorough analysis of the Metha, our Ancestors’ nemesis who disregards their teachings and worships the ground upon which his colonial master treads.

    Maybe you have come across this Metha character a time or two. You might have tripped over the coat tail of his advanced degrees. Maybe he posts Mission School musings on your Facebook wall. Beware his penchant for destruction. He is eager to discard thousands of years of Ancestral history in exchange for being in the good graces of the cunning kennel. Read and you will be well-informed to recognize the Metha the next time you encounter this blatherskite!


  2. Yes, beware of the Metha and its reproductions of self-degradation into all positions of the Ayevu dictatorship in Afrika!

  3. A transfixing and engaging read. Certainly I must also look in the mirror and re-examine the image I see – the kind of weight I accord my own education in light of the ever-multiplying problems that now afflict every facet of our society. Maybe from now on, I might re-coin a famous phrase for my own use when I come across a problem: What will the Ancestors do? Maybe, just maybe, that’s the beginning of really looking into the double mirror to see through the infinite past and the infinite future in relation to my present.

  4. Akosua M. Abeka, that is all education is about? “WHAT WILL THE PEOPLE WHO SUCCESSFULLY LIVED ON THIS LAND FOR SO MANY YEARS DO”. The reason why Africans respect old age is because it has been found that all things being equal, those who were here before we came know more about the place than we do. We always solve our problems by consulting the “Obroni” who lives in a completely different environment. That is the conditioning our “education” has made us. We don’t know our history so we don’t even know what our ancestors did. If a problem arises, we wait until the white man finds a solution and we pay for a copy and apply it to our environment. So all are solutions are not made-to-fit but adjusted from Europe to the African situation. The Metha is a faded carbon-copy European and a perpetual imitator. No wonder the Metha is leading us to extinction.

  5. The argument about the effect of “education” on our environment is probably unputdownable. However, there’s also a group that is equally overbearing about our traditions and culture as the Metha. That group also includes the chief. When the chief acts and behaves as though he owns his people, which is what happened during colonialism (since the terrorism of the times may have dictated it) it behooves the people to push back. Perhaps not run to the “saving” grace of the Mission. For that is the whole point – the irony of our captivity.

  6. Often, I gather those folks forget the meaning of the “Mission” of the “Mission School” of the “Missionary.” It has nothing to do with salvation! It has nothing to do with helping, or aid, or humanitarianism. It has everything to do with the Mission: An important assignment given to a person or group of people, typically involving travel abroad to achieve an objective. It’s maddening that we continue to use this term as if “Mission” is here to help us! Jesus!

  7. A good one there! the irony of our so called cognitive development and downward free fall as African humans is interesting.


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