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The Problem with Africa



In a story, an African man was given the opportunity to ask for 

anything he wants. The condition was that, whatever he gets, his 

brother would receive double. He thought about asking for a 

house; but he did not like thought of his brother having two 

houses. So he thought about asking for a million dollars to go to his 

bank account; but again, he was unhappy with the thought of his 

brother having two million dollars in his account. The man sat down 

and thought hard, “What can I have and still be better than my 

brother when he has double?” 


So, he thought of having one of his eyes removed so that his 

brother might have his two eyes gouged. This sounds like a very 

unlikely story; however, this is the typical mentality that has set 

Africans backward for ages and caused witchcraft to thrive in 

Africa. An African wants to be better than his brother at all costs. 

The African man is only careful to share his beer, not his books; to 

spread his diseases, and not the cure; to transfer his problems, and 

not the solution.

When an African man fails, he wishes his brother same fate so that 

he won't be the only one who had tasted the bitterness of failure. 

An African man is happy when evil besets his brother.

When most African men succeed, they want to enslave their 

brothers; they try to make the class gap between them and their 

brothers widen daily. An African man wants to outperform his 

brother in every area and most African men do not want to let their 

brothers have any chances of success because they want to be the 

only ones succeeding.

When an African man gets to sit on a seat of authority, he wants to 

keep it to himself and refuses to give anyone else a chance to sit.    


In 

African schools, students who can afford textbooks do not let 

other students borrow their textbooks because they want to stay 

top of the class or they don't want to give another student the 

opportunity to perform better than them. When one

independently discovers the way to success, an African man who 

refused to give directions would still do all he can to stand in the 

way of that success. An African man is ready to spend money to 

intimidate his brother and make him look like nothing. 

Africa will become better;When we begin to share books to pass 

knowledge, not just our drinks. When we begin to let others also 

lead without our influence. When we begin to give the same quality 

of food and clothing to both our children and our maids. When we 

let our servants eat on the same table with us.When the boss lets 

his lower staff get paid before him. Africa can become progressive 

when we begin to look out for each other rather than stand in the 

way of one another. When we can sincerely say, “let my brother get 

it too, and if I can't get it, let me help him get it”


Excerpt from the book *The Problem with Africa*

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