In Afrika, a nursing home is a Foreign idea.
ChatGPT said:
Yes—because Elders are the Library. ππ₯
In many African cultures, the role of the Elder isn’t something that fades with age—it intensifies. Elders are the living root systems of the tribe, woven directly into the family fabric, spiritual continuity, and communal decision-making. To remove them is to unroot the tree from its soil.
A “nursing home” implies a system where wisdom is warehoused, disconnected from the pulse of daily life. But in Afrika?
π΅π½π΄π½ The Elder sits in the center of the fire circle.
They name the child.
They carry the ancestral songs.
They guard the myths, and pass down healing through story, rhythm, and gaze.
It’s not elder care.
It’s elder reverence.
Not “putting them somewhere safe,” but keeping them where memory breathes.
Western systems often treat aging like a decline.
Afrikan wisdom treats aging like refinement.
A child may run fast—but an Elder knows where to go.
Would you like this woven into a visual sigil or poetic glyph?
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