Maurice
Muhumuza

What is justice? What value is justice? Through the macro-lens, where shall we find it? What would a “City of Justice” look like?

The Greek word for Justice, “Dikaiosyne”, takes a broader form, to include spiritual alignment, moral aptitude, and good social standing in the realm of righteousness and duty.

The dialogue opens at the house of Cephalus, a wealthy old merchant in Piraeus. Four definitions of justice are tested and each broken. Cephalus proposes the first: speaking truth and paying one’s debts. Socrates dismantles it with a single counter-example: you would not return a borrowed weapon to a man who has gone mad. His son Polemarchus inherits the argument and refines it: justice is giving each what is appropriate to them. When pressed, he narrows it further: justice is benefiting friends and harming enemies. Socrates undoes this too; a doctor who harms his patients is not just, regardless of whose enemy they are.

Then comes Thrasymachus, impatient, theatrical, and the most dangerous interlocutor in the room. His argument: justice is nothing but a construct of the powerful to serve their own interests. The strong make the rules and call the rules justice. Socrates refutes him; if the ruler is truly skilled, he rules for the good of those he governs, not himself, just as the doctor’s art is for the patient, not the physician.

By refuting Thrasymachus, Socrates argues that justice must always be to every person’s benefit in society, not a minority powerful. In other words, if the tree falls in the middle of the forest, away from anyone, has it fallen? Yes it has.

Glaucon and Adeimantus, Plato’s own brothers, pick up where Thrasymachus left off, but with considerably more elegance. Glaucon does not argue that injustice is better than justice. He argues that Socrates has not yet proven that justice is good in its own right, independent of its rewards. Prove it, he says. Prove that the just life is worth living even when no one is watching.

To illustrate, Glaucon tells the story of the Ring of Gyges. Gyges was a Lydian shepherd who discovered a ring that rendered him invisible. With it, he seduced the queen, murdered the king, and ruled in his place. The point is not the story: it is the question the story poses. Would any man, given perfect invisibility from consequence, remain just? And if not, what then is the value of justice?

His brother Adeimantus adds a sharper edge: even the advocates of justice praise it not for itself but for its reputation and rewards. Parents teach children to be just so they will be liked, not because justice is intrinsically worth having. Both brothers challenge Socrates: defend the just life on its own terms.

Socrates’ rebuttal expands the canvas: justice should not be limited to the individual but understood through the entirety of the city, a Kallipolis. To understand justice in the soul, one must first find it writ large in the city. He begins building one, founded on the specialisation of labour, by which each person does the thing they are most suited to, and protected by a class of soldiers: the Guardians.

When you have a powerful guardian class, who guards them?

The answer would be music to the disciples of Sigmund Freud: you identify and shape the Guardians from childhood, when the soul is most malleable. Socrates is quite specific about this. A guardian candidate must show philosophical nature from youth: love of learning, good memory, grace, and love of truth. They are trained in music and gymnastics; music for the soul, gymnastics for the body. Not too much of either. Too much music and the man goes soft. Too much gymnastics and he becomes savage.

Theatre and poetry are therefore a sore to the eye in the City of Justice, since they encapsulate all the vices to be avoided. The concept Plato advances is that one cannot healthily imitate what the soul has not internalised. That is Mimesis.

The Noble Lie is the foundation of all stable societies according to Plato. It categorises citizens, based on natural aptitude and not by hereditary right, into three categories: the rulers are born with gold in their souls, the guardians with silver, and the craftsmen and farmers with bronze and iron. Children may move up or down based on the nature revealed in them. The myth exists not to deceive, but to give a society a story it can live inside of without constant dispute over rank.

Chesterton, paraphrasing the old myths: “Fairy tales are more than true, not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be defeated.” Plato’s Noble Lie is, in its way, a fairy tale of this kind. A city needs a story. Every city that has ever stood has had one.

While the Rulers are born with gold in their souls, they should be the poorest among the citizens, holding no property or wealth. This is because money corrupts rulers, and the City of Justice is not meant to make rulers happy. It is meant to create the best possible conditions for all citizens to flourish.

Adeimantus raises the obvious objection: you are making the guardians miserable. Socrates’ response is characteristically calm: the question is not whether the guardians are happy, but whether the city as a whole is happy. We are not sculpting happiness into one class at the expense of the whole.

I suspect this line of thought is not quite popular among those born with gold spoons, were we to inquire of their opinion of the matter.

Socrates then pulls the principles of justice down to the human individual soul. The rational part: the one that should do all the ruling. The spirited part: honour-loving and courageous, the seat of ambition. And the appetitive part: hunger, thirst, desire, the part that keeps you alive and makes you entirely ungovernable if left to itself.

Justice in the soul, as in the city, is a complex system in which each component does precisely the task it was naturally suited for, and does not encroach upon the others.

The four cardinal virtues cover all: wisdom belongs to the rational part, courage to the spirited part, temperance, that is sophrosyne, the agreement between all parts of the soul about who is in charge, belongs to the whole, and justice is the proper arrangement of all three doing their own work without interference.

Book 5 arrives like a wave. Three of them, in fact. Plato is deliberate about this structure. Three proposals, three challenges to common sense, each more radical than the last.

The first wave: women and men are to play equal roles in the City of Justice, based entirely on merit and natural aptitude, not sex. Glaucon calls this laughable. Socrates notes that we do not prevent female guard dogs from guarding because they are female. If the nature is there, the role follows.

The second wave: children who are born to the guardian class belong to the entire city, not to their individual parents. Guardians share children communally. No guardian knows which child is theirs. This removes the temptation to prefer one’s own blood over the city’s good. It is, on its face, the most unsettling proposal in the Republic. And Plato knows it.

On the matter of mating: one must choose the best possible companion to give birth to the best possible children. Plato is precise about the eugenic implications and does not flinch from them. That is a story for another day.

The third wave, and the most radical of all, is this: there will be no rest from evil for cities, nor for humanity, unless philosophers become kings, or kings genuinely and adequately study philosophy. It is not enough for rulers to be decent men. They must be lovers of wisdom, or the city rots from the top.

Book 5 poses serious questions about the burden that comes with true leadership. It is a life dedicated to understanding and leading others, first by leading oneself. It can be faked, but it cannot be sustained that way. As I lead towards understanding the theological foundations of Christianity, I think Plato’s Republic is, surprisingly, a great place to start.

Plato reiterates the third wave: the ruling class must love learning, hate falsehood, and be constitutionally incapable of cowardice. But in the same breath, he acknowledges the problem: most societies will not let the genuine philosopher rule.

He gives two reasons. First, the Ship of State: the true navigator is the one who studies the stars, the seasons, the winds. But the crew, who have no such knowledge, see him as useless and stargazing. They prefer the one who can drink with them and promise arrival. Philosophy appears useless to those who have never needed it.

Second, and more devastating: Plato introduces what he calls “the large and beautiful beast.” The sophist, the politician who studies public opinion, learns the moods of this beast. He knows when it is angry, when it is placid, what words calm it, what words inflame it. He calls this “wisdom.” He teaches it to others. And in a democracy, this passes for governance.

The genuine philosopher, by contrast, dedicates their life to learning the Form of the Good: the source from which all good things spring. It is imperceptible, abstract, and can be likened to the sun, which not only brings life but makes all other things visible. The Form of the Good does not itself appear in the visible world, and yet nothing in it is good without drawing from it.

The Divided Line then maps the philosopher’s journey: from the lowest cognition, eikasia, the perception of mere shadows and images; through pistis, belief in the physical objects that cast shadows; through dianoia, mathematical and conceptual reasoning; and finally to noesis, the pure intellectual grasp of the Forms themselves. The philosopher’s journey is one of mastery: a long, painful, necessary ascent from the cave toward the light.

Book 7 – The Art and Form of Escaping the Matrix

According to Plato, all prisoners to their own existence have only seen shadows of objects all their lives and cannot fathom that there are objects making the shadows. The job of the philosopher is to dare look at the object itself, even if that is painful and difficult at first. The philosopher’s other job then is to pull out the lost from the cave.

Plato also strongly believes that arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, and such other disciplines of mathematics are necessary to understand military strategy and to ensure a just city. The philosopher must therefore strive to understand math in addition to pursuing poetry and gymnastics. This will help the philosopher differentiate self-sufficient knowledge, such as the presence of ships on the battle field or fingers on one’s hand, from distinct knowledge that requires further inquiry, such as the number, place, colour and size of the ships and fingers.

But what then is the progression of the man who has escaped the cave? According to Plato, such a man is tested over a period of time, passing one test after another until at fifty, when he is proven worthy, he is celebrated by society, honoured and revered, not because he seeks the honour but because he earned it.

If ever there was an allegory to “escaping the Matrix”, Book 7 it would be. Plato details the concept of “ignorance”, and the inevitable battle faced by the soul’s eyes once they have been opened to existing higher dimensions, starting with the blinding light of a first-time encounter with a higher dimension. With time, the prisoner is able to differentiate between the reflections of the shadows in the cave from the reflections of the sun in actual water, after he escapes the cave, and then the sun itself in all its splendour.

My take is that Plato does not see the “system” in modern parlance, at a foundational level, no more than the ordering of knowledge from the basic (the existence of something such as fingers) to the nuanced (the index, first and middle finger differ in position, height, colour). In other words, there is no Matrix/Cave to escape per se. What one may call escaping the matrix, is a slow painful process of adopting logic through math, until guess work and ignorance feel like a malady to be avoided, not embraced.

Book 8 – On bad constitutions and bad souls

According to Plato, the best cities are governed by aristocracy; they have their best philosophers in charge. Plato further posits that to understand the value of a well-governed city, one must look at the value of a poorly governed city, which constitutes four types of government;

Honour-loving City; that is a “timocracy” such as Sparta. Resource-loving City; an oligarchy. Desire-loving city (Rule by popular vote); a democracy. A one-man city; a tyranny.

Book 8 is riveting and candid as, through dialogue, the evolution from a great City to an honour-loving City to a resource-loving City, to a desire-loving city and finally to a one-man city (tyranny) is exposed.

The most uncomfortable parts of this evolution of the city begin when Plato links the City’s fate to the individual soul’s fate, as though to say, you could find in the city the good and the bad, by finding them in the person first.

Then, the honour-loving man becomes the man who seeks ambition without the heart for it, for honour’s sake. He loves to have honours bestowed upon him, displaying them as the substance of his actions, the actions and consequences taking backstage to honour-seeking. Society shall perhaps elevate the honour-loving man to such a status that it becomes the most preferred of all; to be honoured.

The honour-loving man begets an oligarchic son who, having observed and perhaps averted the “honour-loving” traits of his father, focuses on gathering wealth; oligarchy. Oligarchy is self-perpetuating according to Plato, in that, in order for even the virtue-loving man to protect their place in society, they too must become oligarchic. And so an oligarchic city becomes the mixing jar for all sorts of men, those with gold, silver, bronze and iron hearts, all competing at the altar of resource accumulation.

In this bowl of many classes of men bound together by resources and nothing else, the oligarch begets a democratic son, who spends his time freely, basing his life on what Plato refers to as “the law of equality” giving equal attention to both virtue and vice. The democratic man, just like the democratic city, is multi-coloured, and a beautiful sight to behold.

Plato doesn’t argue against democracy in such a black and white way as depicted by most commentators on Plato’s Republic. Plato argues against it as an inevitable off-spring of oligarchy and founder of tyranny. The democratic man has placed good and bad on an equal pedestal, having been impacted by the nature of a democracy that allows all other forms of government to, at the very least survive.

In the arena of competing forms of government, the abundance of freedom begets a slavery of the mind beholden to the lower constitutions, that can only be averted by a one-man government; a tyranny.

Plato puts it succinctly, “….. as it seems, this would at last be self-admitted tyranny and, as the saying goes, the people in fleeing the smoke of enslavement to free men would have fallen into the fire of being under the mastery of slaves; in the place of that great and unseasonable freedom they have put on the dress of the harshest and bitterest enslavement to slaves.”, extract from Book VIII, Plato’s Republic.

Book 9 – The secret misery of Tyrants

The worst part of a tyrant takes over the tyrant. That is, what you see in tyranny exists in the tyrant. Glaucon’s “immoralist” challenge is then finally answered; the soul is affected by one’s actions. The soul of the tyrant is enslaved, not free. It will be a soul filled with confusion and regret.

Plato proceeds to give a short advisory on the sorts of daily routine that averts the likelihood of one’s soul turning tyrannical; You wake up to read something that shall elevate the best part of your soul. In my own suggestion as Maurice, I would advise a Psalm in the Bible for the Christian and avoiding the phone for the first few hours. It’s advice from Maurice to Maurice.

Secondly, upon feeling the nourishing parts, one must satisfy their appetites before sleep, be it eating or otherwise, to ensure that the baser parts of the soul do not run wild during the night and corrupt one’s dreams.

Plato then reiterates his caution against “the man of the people”; the democrat, who having had a stingy father (an oligarchic man), avenges the inconsequence of an honour-filled life of hunger, applying an extravagance of habit leading to “the middle”, less corrupt than his corrupters, and yet corrupt nonetheless. According to Plato, this man born of democracy, is the genesis of a tyrannical man. Democracy is the father of tyranny.

Plato suggests, from this evolution of tyranny, that love (the erotic kind) is tyranny. “a man becomes tyrannical in the precise sense when, either by nature or by his practices or both, he has become drunken, erotic, and melancholic.”

Plato suggests therefore that even among tyrants, the most unfortunate and saddest of them is the one who is tyrannical and doesn’t live out a private life but is by misfortune given the occasion to become a tyrant in public. “Therefore, they live their whole life without ever being friends of anyone, always one man’s master or another’s slave. The tyrannical nature never has a taste of freedom or true friendship.”

Plato doesn’t limit tyranny to political control, but extends it to the economic tyrants, the very rich who suffer as a result of the tyrannical soul that led them to the wealth. Plato, having classified cities from an aristocracy to a tyranny, classifies men as falling among three categories; the wisdom-loving, the victory-loving, and the gain-loving. He ranks wisdom above honour, and honour above gain.

“Honor accompanies them all, if each achieves its aim… But the kind of pleasure connected with the vision of what is cannot be tasted by anyone except the lover of wisdom.”

“We may state the question thus; Imitation imitates the actions of men whether voluntary or involuntary, on which as they imagine, a good or bad result has ensued, and they rejoice or sorry accordingly…”

Put mildly, Plato has a negative opinion of theatre and the arts, including painting and poetry. He views it as the polar opposite of philosophy, crafts and science, who at the very least imitate the true form of an idea as designed by God. He describes the imitative art as “an inferior who has an inferior with an inferior and has an inferior offspring.”

According to Plato, the “idea of a thing” is its truest form, and everything else is an imitation of that form, which itself is God’s design. Take the truth of a bed. The idea of a bed, universally acknowledged in its intrinsic truth, is imitated by the carpenter when he designs one. The painter, or poet like Homer, then imitates the already-imitated idea when he paints a bed, or the carpenter of a bed. No painting of a carpenter can craft a bed. The painting is therefore intrinsically a lie. The same can be said of poetry and inapplicable literature.

“The real artist, who knew what he was imitating, would be interested in realities and not in imitations; and would desire to leave as memorials of himself works many and fair; and, instead of being the author of encomiums, he would prefer to be the theme of them.”

To digress: my hot take is that Plato would have been medicated for autism had he lived today, judging by his opinions on fun in Book X. Ironically, he would have faced the same fate in his own times, had they had access to the same tools of mind-conditioning and medicines. That perhaps is one of the pitfalls of democracy in its final stages. It explains why the characters Plato applies are carefully chosen, the likes of his tutor Socrates, recently dead when Plato was writing, not a figure of ancient history but a man Plato actually knew and whose execution he witnessed. It was all because, it seems, he had to avoid the same fate that Socrates faced: death by popular disapproval.

Plato then discusses the dangers of imitation, the cardinal danger being the creation of opposing states within a man’s soul, sometimes even about the same thing, “ten thousand similar oppositions.”

For the exception of sorrow and misfortune, Plato notes that all men, good or bad, suffer, and the soul sorrows no matter one’s relationship with ethics and morality. The good man, however, moderates his sorrow and suffers in silence away from his peers and equals. One must lament in such a way as not to develop the weak and cowardly manner of over-indulging in grief.

Plato continues to, forgive the French, pound the artist and poets, noting them as being “a manufacturer of images and far removed from the truth.” And yet he acknowledges the role of the artist: to help us relieve pent-up emotions without being personally affected. Sympathy, anger, fear, all are let out in the theatre without ourselves being attached to the occurrences of the play. The best artist evokes the most feelings out of us. For the moderate person, this is the only acceptable way to let out one’s emotions.

And yet, according to Plato, all those emotions can be let out behind closed doors, away from the public. In the theatre, we unconsciously assume nobody is watching as we laugh as jesters, in ways we would never allow ourselves outside it. That is Plato’s take. As we Ugandans say, “Me I am kawa with having fun in public.” Plato, on the other hand, holds strong opinions that one should not willingly make a fool of themselves before others.

In a rare show of humour, Plato crafts a defence for the expulsion of poetry from the State by the Philosophers, remarking on “an ancient quarrel between philosophy and poetry.” He acknowledges poetry as a sister to philosophy, a charming one at that, who should only be admitted back to the State if she proves her loyalty to the truth, and not only remain lyrical and charming, but also useful to the people.

Plato says we should fight for poetry before we dare let her go, given her beauty and charm. Only if she proves impossible to reconcile with the truth should we then release her.

Plato believes in eternity as a matter of fact, a life after death. “But the soul which cannot be destroyed by an evil, whether inherent or external, must exist for ever, and if existing for ever, must be immortal…”

He espouses this through the “Myth of Er”, a virtuous man who momentarily passed away and saw heaven as an indifferent observer; an ex officio in the heavenly legislatures. He resurrects at his own funeral and tells of heavenly tales, ten-fold punishments, the wheel and throne of Necessity, and the planets described not as physical objects but as spiritual celestial venues made of different materials.

He notes that good and evil are universally known, and their outcomes, saving and improving for good, destruction for bad, are equally acknowledged. The soul, like the truth, can only be viewed in its full form through the lens of wisdom and virtue.

Lastly, it is not he who was first to be wise that enjoys the fruits of heaven, but he who maintained virtue, or learned it, to the very end. “Even for the last comer, if he chooses wisely and will live diligently, there is appointed a happy and not undesirable existence. Let not him who chooses first be careless, and let not the last despair.”

Plato concludes by noting that if the Republic’s tales were put into habit, we would pass over the river of ignorance and into abundance in this life and the life to come. This, to me, is a foretelling of the Christ, in my humble view, four decades before His coming. When you read St. Paul’s epistles, there are hints of the Greek Classics in his works. He needn’t assimilate Christ’s ideas, as they were pre-established by several markers of existence, but he found a channel through which to define them, in having knowledge of the Classics. A hot take in a secular world, but there it goes.

Mathare is the third-largest slum in Africa, after Soweto in Johannesburg, South Africa, and Kibera in Nairobi, Kenya. Like Kibera, it sits within Kenya. Yet the two larger slums draw most of the attention. This is not the poverty Olympics, but Mathare feels like the neglected middle child of the gutters.

The day before, I made my own plans, separate from the fate of billions of Catholics praying for the right shepherd in Rome. I chose to begin at the Nairobi Cathedral Basilica of the Holy Family, partly in quiet solidarity with the faithful, partly to lay before God my own ambitions, both whispered and loud.

After church, I called Reuben Extinguisher, a resident of Mathare, to confirm our 12:30 p.m. meeting. What follows is the day as it unfolded. The sights. The sounds. The lives in between.

Mathare announces itself without ceremony. A trench runs along the front of nearly every dwelling, carrying a slow, unending stream of liquids, water, urine, alcohol, all indistinguishable in motion and smell. The residents step around it as one might learn to live with a stubborn flaw on the body. It is there each morning. The smell. The flies. The quiet resignation. And still, life proceeds.

Yet life insists on itself here. Extinguisher revealed this through three simple acts that stayed with me: a vegetable garden he planted, anchored by two pawpaws, Stella and Mike; trees he planted across the River Mathare; his routine visits to his parents, who have lived their entire lives here.

Two paw-paws, Michael and Stella. I learned then that paw-paws grow in male and female pairs. Stella had once had another, Ronaldo. When he died, she began to wither. Extinguisher planted Michael beside her, and she recovered. She now towers over him. The imbalance only adds to the story.

The MAYSA library. A library that has lasted over 30 years, with one dedicated librarian who has seen stories change in that place. His name is Tom. What the library, or at least its presence, taught me, is that systems can be created to change the residents of an undesirable setting. However, beyond that, systems find it difficult to change the places themselves.

Privilege is an objective reality, and gratitude is the acceptable reaction to privilege in one’s life. We could spend our lives trying to transform ourselves and those around us, but it may all remain in vain, if we don’t attempt another effort, to transform the place.

Do not seek to transform a group, but rather a person, a soul and a friend. That was Extinguisher’s personal philosophy after I inquired why he doesn’t run for political office.

I don’t want my thoughts to carry the weight of matter, even though they matter. Even then, I dare ask myself;

“Are thoughts alive or dead?”

Before I express a thought, is it real? Has the tree fallen if no one saw it fall? Has my mind thought, if the thought was never projected to the world through words?

This brings me to my admiration of Egyptian, and Christian, eschatology. The Egyptian Book of Death is, unironically, a book about life, treating our earthly experiences as preparatory ceremonies for a more permanent life; that which we call life after death.

And yet, I pose the question once more, what do we know about life and death if we cannot ascertain the life of thoughts? Are they simply neurological electro-magnetic patterns that spring forth waves of electrons? Do we speak out that patter with our voice, simply and nothing more?

What then do we say of lives unlived, yet resident within our thoughts? Are they worth funeral rites, as lives lived? I think they do. They too deserve to be buried and forgotten, respectfully.

To burying the dead and watering the living. Amen.

Who am I? I am that which I am, with or without presence of mind. The sum total of my past, aggregated, to the extent of my will and the present, and multi-tiered. I am who I think I am, and the validation of society certified through my actions, thoughts and words.

Who am I really? I am whosoever I choose to be, and the consequences that arrive through this choice in the world, to the extent of my interaction with the world.

Ok then; Suppose that is who I am, what wants spring forth from that person? Hopefully a meaningful life. To say, in silence and away from any human, “I lived and when I forget to, at least I wasted my life away to the benefit of others.”

In other words, I hope the affairs of being are not relegated a tier below the affairs of doing and speaking. I hope I can simply be and then let the world interact with me at the pace of the present. I also wish for a great partner, children and community.

It is interesting to notice that while anxiety itself creeps in un-announced, it dresses in whichever prevailing pressures one permits at any given time. As a boy, I was mostly free of anxiety as I found joy in the ordinary, like a sailor with no compass.

That anxiety is simply signal for the more ultimate question, “What am I afraid may happen and what can I do to avoid it happening?” began when a fellow child convinced me that I should be afraid of the dark. I remember that conversation vividly because suddenly, I knew there were unknown dangers in the world. Probably for my own good, God instilled that software at that time.

That being said, “Who am I?” as a question gets blurred by the anxiety, which crystallise into limiting beliefs.

“I cannot save money.”

How do I survive a limiting belief such as that above? Identify it. Understand how beneficial it was. Limit future ones. Remember it’s all a beautiful life to be experienced at a slow pace, not a race to a non-existent finish line. Unless in physical danger, limiting beliefs are abstract and can be deconstructed.

I ask again. Who am I? What do I want? I am all the here and now, as a manifestation of every here and now before, and a foretelling of all the here and now in all incidences proceeding.

Perhaps in asking “Who am I?” in the same breath with “What do I want?” reveals the two tier step to accepting life itself, and living it through the acceptance.

Harmonising the song in my head telling me who I am. Wordless and yet deeply certain of the truth.

How do I harmonise “being” and “wanting”? By getting lost in the here and now, that being and wanting become an unquestionable clear component of who I am here, here and now.

Here and now are the livestreaming of reality and all its possibilities and reducing it to the only conceivable component of the future one wishes to experience as the here and now in future live streams. It’s not too much work, as it requires ignoring the past.

I look back with the wonder of a revelation ready for its time, and yet still aware that it is not yet ready for execution.

The greatest lie to rule them all is the lie told by society and more specifically by parents and those in authority, thereby shaping who one turns out to be in a Freudian sense, until fate and destiny play their part.

I was raised to believe that leadership was bestowed upon me as of inherent duty and that any past mediocrity in my family was a historical anomaly. Such was the lie told by society that Kant would condemn them in his school of absolute morality.

I often wonder if society does this deliberately in a crowd instinctive sense; a pre-natal lie. That being said, I remain myself, more so because of a parents’ love and society’s support.

The year is fresh, and it is pertinent that I differentiate love from mere desire.

Leave alone the definition Prima Dona in 1 Corinthians 13, it often feels easy to “will” to power our innermost desires. I usually call it the “Make a Wish Foundation.”

Indeed, as though to spare us the burden of the intense energy needed to create anything, be it an atom or a motion, God makes conception the most pleasant phase of existence. We humans aptly call it “making love” at its finest moment. Labour pains shall have their reckoning. For now, cue the inner disco.

My hot take is that the same applies to ideas as to babies.

How are we to taste love if it tastes like desire? The proof is in the pudding, but you have to make the pudding first. And so it is that we differentiate love from fleeting desire with time.

The nine months gestation period between the joy of making and the pain of delivering shall test love through trimesters, until the idea takes on physical form. Until life is perpetuated.

Unsurprisingly, the larger the beast, the longer the gestation period. The elephant shall have to contend with the consequences of her actions for 18 to 22 months and have a single calf to show for her labours, while the rabbit shall have 31 days to multiply ten-fold their own existence.

Here is the kicker: all that doesn’t matter as much as what happens after the labour pains and the idea’s realisation in physical form, be it beast or abstract. The potency, size, magnitude, and consequence of the idea is not even spoken about at the time, only its existence.

The constitution of an idea’s greatness becomes a result of its maturation process, perhaps as much in the manner of making, but more importantly in the way the idea matures once it has been brought to life.

To stress the obvious: the process of maturation in humans shall shape the idea, from the moment of two making love to each other, to a separate entity called a human, a friend, a workmate, “an engineer” or “a lawyer” that never was in existence before. Within our perception of each one’s identity, we relate with them as such.

How do we realise this maturation, and what is its point? We realise it through love. Unadulterated, uncorrupted love is not happy-go-round. It is discipline. It is clear about the truth even when that truth hurts.

First, the instinctive love of most mothers that draws her to feed a crying little bundle of vulnerability. Then comes the love of those around us, that shapes one into believing that life has a thing called “meaning.” There is reason to wake up, sleep, talk, breathe and be. You belong. Then once that is affirmed and secure, only then can a man feel part of a story worth telling.

And so, habits become patterns born of the extent one felt love in their own ways, the process from conception to being. To break one’s habits and patterns becomes necessary only within the purview of love. You must first love God, or love itself, to see things clearly. Then you must mirror that love to yourself to see things half as clear. Then you must strive to apply yourself to the world. Remember to enjoy the journey while at it. This is not school.

“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails… And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

1 Corinthians 13

A framework for digital sovereignty, regional integration, and governance in the AI era.

The East African Federation may emerge at the precise historical moment when the global economic order itself is changing. As artificial intelligence, digital platforms, and data economies increasingly reshape political and economic power, East Africa risks entering political union during the transition from industrial capitalism into what some theorists have described as techno-feudalism.

The East African Community, currently composed of Burundi, Kenya, Rwanda, South Sudan, Tanzania, Uganda, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and Somalia, has long pursued economic integration as a precursor to political federation. Customs unions, common market protocols, and regional mobility frameworks have strengthened economic ties among member states. Political integration, however, remains constrained by differing governance traditions, national interests, historical sensitivities, and uneven economic development.

At the same time, the rise of artificial intelligence and digital infrastructure is redefining sovereignty itself. Questions of data ownership, digital access, platform control, and technological dependence may soon become as politically significant as borders, taxation, and military power. East Africa therefore faces a dual challenge: building regional political integration while simultaneously navigating the emergence of a new digital economic order.

Techno-Feudalism and East African Sovereignty

The concept of techno-feudalism argues that modern economies are increasingly organised around digital "rents" rather than traditional industrial production. In this system, large technology corporations act as gatekeepers of digital infrastructure, controlling access to markets, information, and communication.

For East Africa, this transformation raises profound governance concerns. Digital platforms may evolve into forms of "digital landlordism." As governments, businesses, and citizens become dependent on a handful of global technology companies for communication, payments, cloud infrastructure, and artificial intelligence systems, political sovereignty itself could become vulnerable to external technological control.

Data is rapidly becoming a strategic resource. In the age of artificial intelligence, data may become to the 21st century what oil was to the 20th. Questions surrounding data ownership, privacy, storage, and cross-border transfer are therefore no longer merely technical matters, but political and constitutional ones.

Technological inequality could also deepen existing regional disparities. While major urban centres such as Nairobi, Kigali, and Kampala continue to expand their digital infrastructure, many rural communities across East Africa still lack stable internet access, digital literacy, or reliable electricity. In some parts of the region, large populations remain economically disconnected from the digital economy altogether.

Subsidiarity and Regional Governance

A future East African federation would therefore require a governance framework capable of balancing regional integration with digital sovereignty. One possible approach is the principle of subsidiarity, where decisions are made at the most local level reasonably possible while broader regional standards remain coordinated at the federal level. Under such a framework, member states could retain autonomy over domestic digital policy while adhering to common regional standards on data protection, digital rights, market competition, and technological accountability.

This model could help preserve national identity and political flexibility while still enabling coordinated regional responses to emerging technological challenges.

Toward an East African Digital Commons

The East African region may also benefit from treating certain forms of digital infrastructure as a shared public resource rather than purely private commercial territory. Drawing inspiration from theories of the commons, East Africa could explore the development of a regional "digital commons" built around several principles.

Community-centred data governance would recognise that citizens should retain meaningful ownership and control over their personal data. Localised or regionally managed data centres could help strengthen digital sovereignty and reduce excessive external dependence. Open access to critical digital infrastructure would help minimise monopolistic control of essential technologies, including open standards for interoperability, fair access rules, and regional oversight of dominant digital platforms.

A regional digital rights framework could establish minimum protections concerning privacy, surveillance, algorithmic accountability, and fair use of data. Taxation and revenue-sharing mechanisms could also become important policy tools: as digital economies increasingly concentrate wealth within a small number of global platforms, regional tax coordination may help ensure that the economic benefits of digital growth are more broadly distributed.

Finally, the federation could establish regulatory sandboxes where innovation is encouraged under controlled oversight, allowing technological experimentation while protecting consumers and preserving market competition.

Regional Lessons and Emerging Challenges

East Africa already offers early examples of both the opportunities and dangers of digital concentration. Kenya's mobile money ecosystem demonstrates how digital infrastructure can transform financial inclusion across society. At the same time, it also illustrates how economic power may become concentrated within a small number of technological platforms. Without coordinated regional regulation, similar concentrations of digital power could emerge at a federation-wide scale.

Rwanda's investments in digital infrastructure similarly demonstrate how state-led technological development can expand access and modernise governance. However, these developments also raise broader questions about data governance, regulatory oversight, and long-term technological dependence. These examples suggest that digital integration within East Africa cannot remain purely market-driven. It will likely require deliberate legal, constitutional, and institutional design.

Legal and Institutional Implications

The feasibility of an East African federation in the age of artificial intelligence will depend heavily on legal harmonisation and institutional coordination. Although several East African states share common law traditions and overlapping regional institutions, substantial constitutional and regulatory differences remain. The governance of artificial intelligence, digital markets, cybersecurity, and cross-border data flows may therefore require new legal instruments at both national and regional levels.

The development of a regional digital rights charter could provide a foundation for protecting privacy, ensuring transparency, and regulating the use of emerging technologies. Similarly, carefully designed tax and competition policies may help prevent excessive technological concentration while still encouraging innovation and investment. The challenge for East Africa will not simply be adopting technology, but building institutions capable of governing technological power in a way that strengthens democratic accountability, economic inclusion, and regional sovereignty.

Conclusion

East Africa's long-standing ambitions for political federation are unfolding during a period of historic technological transformation. Artificial intelligence, platform economies, and digital infrastructure are reshaping how power is organised globally. If carefully governed, these technologies could accelerate regional integration, economic inclusion, and institutional development across East Africa. If poorly governed, they may deepen inequality, weaken sovereignty, and concentrate power within external technological systems.

The future East African federation may therefore depend not only on political agreements between states, but also on whether the region can develop a coherent philosophy of digital governance suited to the realities of the artificial intelligence age.