There’s no simple path out of the muck we’re rolling in now. But, the rediscovery of a secular national history of Ethiopia, rid of imported “gods, philosophies, ideologies, demagogues, pop cultures…the list goes on” could be a bulwark against the loss of an already fickle history founded on shaky grounds, fields of quicksand, most of which are as Maimire Mennasemay succinctly pointed out, “prêt-à–porter“, emulations of the worst order that take all the borrowings for granted. No questions asked. No explanations provided. No arguments constructed. No promises made. Just crass morality and rote memorization of the gringo’s curse all we’ve left to make it to (if we survive this tidal wave of ignorance and mutual bullshitting the next epoch of post-everything, posts- that’re nothing but dregs of a once illustrious era. Getting out of this loop of absurdities demands immersing ourselves in the daunting task of (1) defenestrating the kitsch (2) opening our eyes wide to our very own “Arcades Project” (3) constructing and then, reviving our version of metaphysical reality, conditioned by our own sets of order and chaos (4) To say the least, to convert every last lamb into a lion that could hunt, be wounded, get sick and die for itself other than the out-of-sync, insouciant gringo.
As a wise man once said, everybody needs a savior of their own that could manifest in so many different forms but white. Sometimes all a somnambulist society needs is not the recitation of “wise words from the good old days”, it’s rather a painful stab to its frontal lobes in order jump start it up, dust it off, force it to remember what’s capable of and what it’d accomplish: “problem solving, spontaneity, memory, language, initiation, judgement, impulse control, and social and sexual behavior”, as part of its subjective apotheosis. The coming age of our indigena thinking, a mode of thinking that emanates from our own unborrowed minds devoid of decadence through systematic whitewashing urgently demands that the age-old gringo-worship be demolished, and on the crucibles of this shattered world-view be the new local order or rather sublime chaos be founded. After all, we’re just Africans not morons who couldn’t think for ourselves. If we let others think for us as we’ve done for the last five centuries of oblivion, then there’s no guarantee that we’d ever be able to exist as a species, as a unique aberration. As a famous proverb reminds us:
“Do not hesitate or you will be left in between doing something, having something and being nothing.”