Maybe this is what it is like to have a deep crisis of faith. A
3am thought woke me up the other day and I haven’t been able to get rid
of it since. What if democracy is wrong? Not wrong in the sense that it
is an ideal that everyone strives towards, but actually wrong-wrong?
A
common truism is that young people think adults have it all figured out
until they become adults themselves and realise that is fiction, and
that with time it just gets easier to plod along dealing with whatever
life throws at you.
I always thought
of it that way when people — especially idealists like me — would be
confronted with the whole “African democracies are not mature yet,
that’s why they are so dysfunctional.” I took that to mean that we are
in our difficult years and with time things would settle down, then we
would buy a house and an ecologically sound car and get a responsible
economy.
And then Trump happened, and
Brexit and now Boris Johnson and the EU is struggling and I woke up one
3am and thought: uh-oh. There is the other camp of Africanist political
thinkers who say that democracy is not natural for Africans, that we
need to find our own way of doing things. I have always dismissed this
on the simple premise that democracy just means “rule by the people” and
how one packages that can vary according to size, culture, other
factors.
What would be this third way
or alternative they keep talking about? Most of the time it just comes
off as patriarchal, monarchistic, ethnocentric and deeply suspicious.
It’s not like folk have not experimented.
Tanzania
itself did, and in the end Nyerere himself had to admit that his
experiments had an economic and social cost — and even that opposition
would come from within the single party itself. Arguably, we sacrificed
the chaos of democracy for the stability of nation-building. And don’t
get me started on any of the communist attempts from around the world:
Not a single one of them came close to Marx’s vision.
Now that “exemplary” countries that have been
practising some form of democracy for centuries are flailing about
wildly, doesn’t that put the entire concept into question?
I
want to believe. I want to cast my vote and through various avenues
have a chance to participate in our social lives. The ultimate dream is
of a strong and neutral civil service that can withstand the winds of
political change, a free and fair and fiercely protective judiciary, an
informed and professional parliament and an executive that doesn’t have a
head (perhaps a triumvirate?). Oh, and of course some serious
devolution of funding and power to local government.
But
I am only a creature of my time, flogging our dead donkey. Perhaps if I
was born in the past I would have scoffed at anything other than the
God-given rule of a king.
Perhaps if I
was born in the future post-WWIII wastelands with six limbs, anything
other than chaotic anarchy would seem unfathomable.
Elsie Eyakuze is a consultant and blogger for The Mikocheni Report. E-mail: elsieeyakuze@gmail.com
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