After examining how Ukraine tells African Leaders (some of them the Metha, no doubt) that it is not interested in Peace with Russia, it has become obvious that the Mis-Educated Than His Ancestors, the Metha, has one more debilitating characteristic. Let’s just say that even as the Metha believes in his own intelligence, he remains unaware that the rest of the world, outside, experiences him in a real, different way. In a way that is impossible to overlook the Metha’s profound ineptitude.
Consider this: Our immediate ancestors in West Africa, for one geopolitical reason or the other, abandoned (some say, “lost”) their Writing Cultures, only some 700 years ago, and became Oral Traditions, by and large. Those in the East of Africa, retained large portions of their Writing Systems. Not West Africa!
This is what we know: The Oral Traditions that emerged in West Africa out of a turbulent period are not, in any shape or form, superior to the Written Traditions of Old West Africa.
It remained my belief—at least from the Village of Ntoaboma—that our Ancestors sought to rediscover those Old Written Traditions, which gave them the will, in places like Nubia, Punt, and KMT, to civilize the rest of the world. This believe I held until I laid eyes on the Metha. The Metha arrived on the scene and nipped that humble, righteous, and noble quest in the bud. Immediately!
Now what we have is the Metha—a species of African, West African in particular, who celebrates himself, ad infinitum, for certainly no achievement, and who dabbles in an Audio-Visual Culture that is neither brilliant nor stupid. It is downright ludicrous.
The old Oral Traditions, at the minimum, left room for some imagination—they left room for some form of brain activity to emerge out of the chaos. A room in which words, as abstract as they were, could be interpreted, analyzed, combined, recombined and formed to make both spiritual and material sense.
Not the Audio-Visual Culture of the Metha. Words are no longer abstract, and these words come with a solid, concrete interpretation in vacuous photos and videos. There’s no room left in the Audio-Visual Culture of the Metha for imagination, analysis and interpretation. There’s no room left for a modicum of brain activity.
As such, the Metha is brain-dead. He spends his time transfixed on screens—from his cellular phone to his laptop, to his desktop, to his television. On all these screens he watches one poorly produced film after the other, one comedy show after the next, one sporting activity after the other, and believes himself to be learning new things. The fallacious component of this Audio-Visual Practice of the Metha is that he enlists in a colonial missionary school, reads a few bad books and believes himself to be a part of a Writing Tradition.
He is not! Our Ancestors of the Oral Traditions did not believe they were their Ancient Ancestors. The Oralists of old, knew they weren’t superior to their Erudite, Writing, Traditionalist, Forebears. Yet, the Metha of today harbors the exact opposite perspective about his Ancestors. He believes that his foolish Audio-Visual Culture and the light sprinkles of colonial missionary books written by western incompetents, are superior to the Oral Traditions of old. In fact, he even believes that his Audio-Visual Mis-Intelligence is superior to the scholarship of the Writing Cultures of Ancient Africa.
This is the problem. The Metha has produced no new knowledge in the past hundred or so years since he emerged. In fact, on the contrary, he’s lost all Wisdom freely provided to him, orally, by the same Ancestors he calls “primitive”.
The Metha has accomplished nothing in terms of nation building and certainly nothing in geopolitical relevance. He has not shown any kind of prowess in the last 100 years, yet he believes he has accomplished everything under the Sun and that he is capable of fostering peace between the Russians and NATO (via Ukraine) in 2023.
For those who believe that anyone can foster peace, or promote peace, or demand peace, or even impose peace at will—for one reason or another—because they believe it is the moral, or right, thing to do, have to be terribly stuck in the sand beyond their heads. My whole life, I never thought a day would come when I would see an antelope step between two lions at war over food, in the name of peace. Is the antelope not aware that it is the very food over which the battle rages on?
For this and many other reasons, the Metha is observed as an idiot everywhere else. However, he is intoxicated with the belief in his own brilliance. Everyone sees the Metha’s Audio-Visual Mis-Intelligence, yet he is blind to this reality. This is the problem with the African Peace—You don’t become peaceful by being weak. You become peaceful by becoming powerful.