Superficial "Cultural Pride" is a toxic intellectual disease that has heavily infested the minds of Africans, regardless of their level of education, social standing, or financial status in society.
It is precisely due to this crippling disease of cultural romanticism that we are yet to experience genuine, structural decolonization in Africa. This is because whenever the urgent question of true decolonization is raised, we naively interpret it as merely going back to the ancient ways of our ancestors, wearing traditional beads, and chanting pre-colonial slogans, rather than focusing on the rigorous, materialist analysis of the economic systems that sustain neocolonialism.
The most politically appealing form of liberation that brings immense, shallow joy to the faces of Africans is purely symbolic decolonization. This is why we passionately celebrate news reports of African military leaders changing the parade uniforms of their soldiers, but we never once stop to ask if the brutal, neocolonial military doctrines used to train these soldiers have been completely scrapped. It is the repressive colonial doctrine that the military receives in the academy that forces them to view their own local civilian populations as hostile internal enemies, occupying targets, and rebellious mobs to be brutally suppressed, rather than sovereign citizens to be protected.
Similarly, we as Africans endlessly celebrate and aspire to see our judges stop wearing ridiculous British horsehair wigs, black gowns, and foreign colonial attire, but we never talk about completely overhauling the neocolonial doctrines that our law students, barristers, and judges are brainwashed with in university. It is the toxic doctrine of "Legal Positivism" that conditions them to view law not as a dynamic set of principles designed to deliver justice, protect human rights, or serve social utility, but rather as an unassailable, unquestionable set of top-down command rules that must be blindly, uncritically followed without question.
Our primary, relentless focus should be on the underlying legal doctrine, the academic curriculum, and the judicial training, not on the courtroom attire. When a judicial system is trained strictly in rigid legal positivism, the primary duty of a judge is seen not as uncovering the truth, delivering substantive justice, or protecting victimized citizens, but merely as ensuring that the procedural technicalities and bureaucratic rules of the game were followed to the exact letter.
We have repeatedly witnessed Nigerian courts routinely strike out critical lawsuits, major commercial claims, human rights petitions, and even serious murder appeals simply because a lawyer forgot to affix the official Nigerian Bar Association (NBA) adhesive stamp to a court process, or because the digital stamp had expired by a few days. The court routinely ignores the crushing facts of the case, turns a blind eye to human suffering, and focuses solely on the presence or absence of a tiny paper sticker.
Similarly, high-profile corruption trials involving the looting of billions of public Naira frequently collapse in our courts, not because the accused politicians proved their innocence, returned the stolen assets, or vindicated their names, but because high-priced defense lawyers raised preliminary objections arguing that the charge sheet contained a minor clerical error, or that the prosecuting agency filed under the wrong subsection of a colonial-era statute.
This is precisely why, even after these superficial cultural pride reforms, African nations still desperately struggle to make any real progress in leadership, governance, or industrialization. We are still operating with an un-decolonized, colonial-era state architecture designed strictly for resource extraction, population control, and wealth siphoning, as opposed to civic service, popular sovereignty, and human development. The judiciary and the military are merely two violent branches of these neocolonial institutions, and an identical argument can easily be made for our civil service, tax agencies, police forces, and educational systems.
But rather than aggressively going after these extractive systems, systematically dismantling them, and building new sovereign institutions, our local intellectuals are merely fixated on how to comfortably wear native traditional attire, wooden beads, and local caps inside these exact same colonial courtrooms.
Sadly, what our romantic cultural nationalists completely fail to understand is that performative cultural pride will never rescue Africans from the crushing pangs of Western imperialism, simply because traditional culture and neocolonial exploitation can comfortably, harmoniously, and profitably coexist. The imperial core does not care about the skin tone of the man sitting in the executive office, or whether he has traditional African beads, hand-woven fabrics, and royal coral wristbands neatly wrapped around him. All that matters to global capital is whether our crude oil, solid minerals, gold reserves, and agricultural wealth continue to flow to Western metropoles completely uninterrupted, and whether any working-class uprising is immediately, violently crushed by local police and military officers. It makes zero difference to the Western bankers if the police officers enforcing this violent subjugation are dressed in standard tactical gear or the traditional attire of native African priests; all that matters to the empire is that the local population remains thoroughly subjugated, politically pacified, and economically exploited, while the resource pipeline out of the continent remains permanently open.