The Big Picture

It is quite long since the lives of the great academia of thought as run by Plato and later Aristotle, which were marked by a narrow focus on or display of learning especially its trivial aspects manifested. I find a challenge in many academic settings these days, and this is simply based in the lack of focus on detail, but rather the focus on what we call today “the big picture.”

The issue that arises in this regard especially in the school of Art where I happen to be a participant in the daily strains and endeavours, is that we paint vague imagery of huge images on our computer screens, papers and canvas, without a single thought of the individual pixel/pencil mark/brushstroke that sits in its place to bring out that particular part of the image for the image to be complete. There was a time when ignorance of detail meant overlooking the gist of a matter, it is absurd however that we seek for the grey tones in societal norms today. Rather than be the man I am, I’d rather focus on my lust to be the woman I am not since some activist on television elaborately, with the support of science and our medical gurus, described that it is right to feel the way that I do.

We are therefore I am, is a language and philosophy best understood in an era that has long passed on, leaving no inheritance of such prime knowledge to the young nation…I wonder how my ancestors lost their way in what they held dear to the founding of their societies, and ran off for polished suits and tongues that made no sense to their kinsmen. Education was a means to an end for my ancestors, and in their wisdom, were blind to the serpentine cunning of the educationist. My ancestors overlooked their own way of life, forgetting that they too in the past had educated people into the way they now called their tradition. The educationist brought with him a tradition foiled in a mannerism called formal education that both awed and divided my ancestors bitterly.

The benefits and new visions propelled in the lives of my ancestors with education were far overwhelming that, when a kinsman refused “the education” he was called backward. Aha, my kinsmen’s treasured ways were now considered backward and barbaric, at the sight of a blackboard, chalk and a reflection of his image from the white man’s magic mirror. This new education was much upheld that the women in my ancestry were branded unworthy to benefit of it, rather that they keep the “barbaric ways” that my masculine kinsmen were metamorphosing from.

Today, I fail to recognize the women from my ancestry, as they learned the secret of the educationist; this new tradition brought about openness of mind and mouth at large; that now, my little niece will speak arrogantly to her Father, and the educated young women be the breadwinner of the house, and who knows- the very Man in the household. I realized that my ancestors weren’t the warrior kind, and this is why I say so; the warrior is keen to learn the skills and tactics of his friend and foe, both at a distance and close proximity, and lives constantly aware of the possibility of an eminent attack of body and soul, thus, a warrior had no friend except if they were fighting the same battle, and had a common enemy. The warrior’s way is thus one that quickly adapts to the enemy’s tactic, but is resilient to use his own way to win; that’s why warriors were able to conquer and live in these conquered regions easily. That, wasn’t a trait within my ancestry, yet now I know, was the way of the educationist.

Fanon Frantz in his psychological writings in the book, Black Skin, White Masks (Peau noire, masques blancs, 1952) elaborates on his dilemma as a Negro who knew no Negro ways except for the French colonialist’s way having been acculturated and studied under their education; he further sets assumptions on the black skin’s lust to get even with the colonialist by either acting rebellious to his ways or ripping through the white woman’s petticoats and drowning his black lusts in her white body. Oh what folly befalls a wounded warrior, it is at that point that he sees his err, and now believes barbarism will solve his folding. It is no wonder that our governments cannot effectively plan for the very natives they lead rather that our politicians fight against another with each seeking the most powerful relations with the colonisers- intellectual beggars, I call them. The actions of our ancestors are them that have left us at the mercy of our own vicious attitude and desire for revenge, without the possibility to heal and seek for a way that allows my people sing a folk song around a night fire, or tell lessons of the present in stories long past.

I choose not to inhibit any rage or desire to revenge for the oversights of my ancestors, but rather as a man, be a better Warrior in my time, and a support to the woman beside me, providing her with the same opportunities so we can train our children to know the way of my people, and Yahweh. I will allow for my mind to see the “big picture” as a result of focusing on the detail of each pixel/brushstroke. It will take time, but I will come around it, and see the big picture in its fullness having lavished on the intricacy of each pixel/brushstroke, and been a very part of each developing process. I am a Man, a Teacher, a Husband, and a Father, I will live for that. Are there possibilities of failing or following in the ways of my ancestors? I presume ‘yes’, Will I hold back from doing what I ought to do in my time and season in this life? No!!