<script data-pm-proxy="intercept"></script><?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:googleplay="http://www.google.com/schemas/play-podcasts/1.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[ChristyNganjimi]]></title><description><![CDATA[Writing at the intersection of feeling, thinking, and power. Essays on subjectivity, intimacy, and the hidden labour that holds systems together.]]></description><link>https://christy130700.substack.com</link><image><url>https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!tCsX!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fchristy130700.substack.com%2Fimg%2Fsubstack.png</url><title>ChristyNganjimi</title><link>https://christy130700.substack.com</link></image><generator>Substack</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2026 01:22:44 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/__u/christy130700.substack.com/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><copyright><![CDATA[christy]]></copyright><language><![CDATA[en]]></language><webMaster><![CDATA[christy130700@substack.com]]></webMaster><itunes:owner><itunes:email><![CDATA[christy130700@substack.com]]></itunes:email><itunes:name><![CDATA[Christy Nganjimi]]></itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author><![CDATA[Christy Nganjimi]]></itunes:author><googleplay:owner><![CDATA[christy130700@substack.com]]></googleplay:owner><googleplay:email><![CDATA[christy130700@substack.com]]></googleplay:email><googleplay:author><![CDATA[Christy Nganjimi]]></googleplay:author><itunes:block><![CDATA[Yes]]></itunes:block><item><title><![CDATA[“There is no old money in Africa.”]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Postcolonial Elite and the Portability of Prestige]]></description><link>https://christy130700.substack.com/p/there-is-no-old-money-in-africa</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://christy130700.substack.com/p/there-is-no-old-money-in-africa</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Christy Nganjimi]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2026 10:21:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Tyhz!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F9a03de46-50fd-4064-b516-6adde5bf8fdb_1097x793.jpeg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I recently made an <a href="https://www.instagram.com/reel/DbgXXFZNyPj/?igsh=NHd1eWt1NWRrZHd0">Instagram video</a> with this hook, knowing it would provoke people. That was partly the point. Sometimes provocation is the quickest way to reveal the assumptions people are most emotionally invested in protecting. But that statement was also too absolute. </p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="/__u/substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Tyhz!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F9a03de46-50fd-4064-b516-6adde5bf8fdb_1097x793.jpeg" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="/__u/substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Tyhz!, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/w_424, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/c_limit, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/f_webp, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/q_auto:good, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F9a03de46-50fd-4064-b516-6adde5bf8fdb_1097x793.jpeg 424w, /__u/substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Tyhz!, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/w_848, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/c_limit, 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/__u/substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Tyhz!, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/w_1456, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/c_limit, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/f_auto, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/q_auto:good, /__u/christy130700.substack.com/fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F9a03de46-50fd-4064-b516-6adde5bf8fdb_1097x793.jpeg 1456w" sizes="100vw" fetchpriority="high"></picture><div class="image-link-expand"><div class="pencraft pc-display-flex pc-gap-8 pc-reset"><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container restack-image"><svg aria-hidden="true" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 20 20" fill="none" stroke-width="1.5" stroke="var(--color-fg-primary)" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><g><path d="M2.53001 7.81595C3.49179 4.73911 6.43281 2.5 9.91173 2.5C13.1684 2.5 15.9537 4.46214 17.0852 7.23684L17.6179 8.67647M17.6179 8.67647L18.5002 4.26471M17.6179 8.67647L13.6473 6.91176M17.4995 12.1841C16.5378 15.2609 13.5967 17.5 10.1178 17.5C6.86118 17.5 4.07589 15.5379 2.94432 12.7632L2.41165 11.3235M2.41165 11.3235L1.5293 15.7353M2.41165 11.3235L6.38224 13.0882"></path></g></svg></button><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container view-image"><svg xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" stroke="currentColor" stroke-width="2" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" class="lucide lucide-maximize2 lucide-maximize-2"><polyline points="15 3 21 3 21 9"></polyline><polyline points="9 21 3 21 3 15"></polyline><line x1="21" x2="14" y1="3" y2="10"></line><line x1="3" x2="10" y1="21" y2="14"></line></svg></button></div></div></div></a><figcaption class="image-caption">Architecture from the Bamoun kingdom (Cameroon)</figcaption></figure></div><p>African societies did not begin with colonialism, and colonialism did not arrive on a continent without hierarchy, dynasties, inherited authority or accumulated wealth. We had royal families, merchant lineages, titled households, religious scholars, landholding groups and political institutions through which status passed from one generation to another. That much is not in dispute. But many people became so concerned with proving the literal existence of wealthy African families that they never reached the question I was trying to ask.</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://christy130700.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading! I aim to keep my essays available to everyone, but the work takes support to sustain. If it resonates, please consider becoming a paid subscriber.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div><p></p><p>I was not really asking whether an African family had ever possessed wealth for more than one generation. I was asking how wealth becomes legitimacy. How does material advantage become social authority? Through which institutions does a family&#8217;s position begin to look established, respectable and natural? At what point does wealth stop appearing as something historically accumulated and begin to look like evidence that its possessors simply belong above everyone else?</p><p>That is what I understand &#8220;old money&#8221; to describe in the sense in which I am using it here. Old money is not merely money that has existed for a long time. It is wealth that has been converted into culture, institutions, social codes and authority. It is wealth that no longer needs to announce itself as wealth because it speaks through schools, accents, professions, foundations, museums, boards, neighbourhoods, marriage networks and inherited confidence. It is money whose origins have been partially forgotten because the social world around it has been organised to present its beneficiaries as naturally suited to power.</p><p>The Rockefeller family offers a useful example. Their wealth was not ancient. John D. Rockefeller did not descend from a medieval aristocratic house. His fortune emerged from nineteenth-century industrial capitalism and the expansion of Standard Oil. It was once unmistakably new money: aggressive, commercial and controversial.</p><p>But the Rockefellers did not merely preserve that money and divide it among their descendants. Their wealth entered universities, foundations, museums, medical research, philanthropy, public policy and corporate networks. It helped construct institutions that did more than confer prestige upon the family. Those institutions participated in defining what intelligence, refinement, leadership, expertise and public virtue were supposed to look like.</p><p>The fortune acquired an institutional life beyond the original business. That is the important conversion. Economic capital became cultural capital and symbolic authority. A family associated with monopoly capitalism became associated with education, medicine, art, science and public service. The money had not simply survived. It had helped shape the social world that determined what legitimate elite status meant.</p><p>This is why old money cannot be reduced to land, even though land was historically central to the European aristocracy. Land was one mechanism through which wealth, authority and ancestry became fused. But it was not the only possible mechanism. Industrial families, banking dynasties and commercial fortunes could also become old money once they embedded themselves within institutions capable of reproducing their status.</p><p>And this is where the discussion of old money in Africa becomes more complicated. Some people responded to my argument by insisting that old money had always existed in Africa because titled families owned land. But this claim, presented as a decolonised correction, often reproduces a remarkably European understanding of wealth. It assumes that hereditary elite status must ultimately rest upon landed property, as though every African chief were a feudal landlord and every ancestral territory were a privately owned European estate.</p><p>Land was central to many African societies, but it did not mean the same thing everywhere. It could be ancestry, belonging, sovereignty, livelihood, political jurisdiction or spiritual responsibility. Rights over the same territory could be shared among a community, lineage, household, political office and individual cultivators. In parts of precolonial Cameroon, for example, chiefs and family heads could act as custodians of village land, allocating it for settlement and cultivation without possessing the unrestricted individual right to dispose of it as private property. A chief&#8217;s authority over land did not therefore necessarily make him a landlord in the European sense. A lineage&#8217;s ancestral connection to a territory was not automatically equivalent to a family estate.</p><p>In some societies, land was abundant relative to labour. Possessing more territory meant little if one could not mobilise people to cultivate, defend and inhabit it. Wealth therefore existed partly in people: relatives, clients, dependants, spouses, craftspeople, soldiers, traders and, in many systems, enslaved people. Scholarship on precolonial Equatorial Africa, including southern Cameroon, complicates this even further [1]. People were valuable not simply as generic labour or followers but as repositories of different kinds of knowledge. Leadership could depend upon the ability to bring different people and forms of expertise together. Elsewhere, cattle, commerce, scholarship, ritual authority or proximity to the royal court could matter as much as &#8212; or more than &#8212; private landholding.</p><p>None of this means that Africans lacked private wealth. Individuals and households accumulated livestock, gold, houses, trading stock, tools, crops and other possessions. African societies could contain severe hierarchy and exploitation. But the forms through which power was organised were historically specific. They should not be flattened into a single continental model simply because the phrase &#8220;old money&#8221; encourages us to search for an African imitation of European aristocracy.</p><p>The irony is that some people use the language of decoloniality to defend this flattening. An argument is described as Western or colonial, and the label is treated as though it has already disproved the argument. But calling something Western is not analysis. It tells us nothing about whether the claim is true, false, useful or inadequate. Decoloniality should sharpen our ability to understand power. It should not become a form of moral policing that allows people to avoid uncomfortable questions by declaring them culturally impure.</p><p>We absolutely need intellectual frameworks that do not treat Europe as the universal measure of human history. But we also live in postcolonial societies. Colonialism did not merely change the language through which Africans described themselves. It transformed landholding, education, administration, borders, law, labour, commerce, state power and class formation. It altered physical and social reality.</p><p>To analyse contemporary Africa through postcolonial institutions is therefore not a betrayal of African autonomy. It is to take colonialism&#8217;s material consequences seriously.</p><p>As many noted in the comment section, colonial systems did not always destroy pre-existing elites. They frequently selected, reorganised and empowered them. Some royal and chiefly families retained influence by entering colonial administrative structures. Other families gained authority through missionary education, clerical positions, military service, trade, land grants or proximity to colonial government. New elites emerged, while older elites learned to translate their status into the language of the new order.</p><p>A family could remain powerful while the basis of its legitimacy changed. This is crucial because continuity of family prominence does not necessarily mean continuity of social structure. A lineage may have possessed authority before colonialism, but its descendants might later reproduce their position through private property law, foreign education, administrative office, multinational business and access to the postcolonial state. The family remains African. Its history remains real. But the institutions through which its position is now recognised are hybrid products of indigenous history, colonial restructuring and global capitalism.</p><p>A genuinely decolonised analysis should not begin by asking which African families can be made to resemble European nobility. It should ask how particular African societies understood belonging, ownership, obligation, inheritance, authority and wealth. But recognising these differences does not mean that Africans lacked powerful systems of elite reproduction. Nor does it mean that African networks became irrelevant once colonialism began.</p><p>As several people noted, the Dantata family is a useful example here.</p><p>Alhassan Dantata built one of the most important commercial organisations in colonial northern Nigeria. His position did not rest simply on owning land. It depended upon his ability to organise trade across distance: maintaining networks of agents, moving goods, extending and receiving credit, working through family relationships and Kano&#8217;s political order, and dealing with the European companies increasingly involved in the colonial groundnut economy. He became one of the major African suppliers and commercial intermediaries in that economy.</p><p>This was an African commercial network operating within a colonial system. It drew upon older Hausa traditions of long-distance trade, kinship, trust, Islamic commercial relationships and local political authority while simultaneously adapting to railways, British trading companies and colonial export markets [2]. The Dantatas therefore complicate any neat division between an authentic African economy and an imposed European one. African agency and colonial restructuring became entangled.</p><p>More importantly for my argument, the fortune did not survive simply as a pile of money divided between descendants. Later generations inherited a commercial name, knowledge, capital, relationships, credibility and a position within an existing business world. Aliko Dangote, Alhassan Dantata&#8217;s great-grandson, was raised in the commercial environment of his maternal grandfather Sanusi Dantata and later began his own trading business with family financial support before building an industrial empire far larger than what he began with.</p><p>Acknowledging that platform does not mean that Dangote simply inherited his present empire. Dynastic advantage does not eliminate individual ability. But it changes the conditions under which ability is exercised. Someone who begins with capital, commercial credibility, experienced relatives and access to established networks is not beginning from the same position as someone whose intelligence and ambition have never been recognised by a bank, government official or potential trading partner.</p><p>This is how elite networks reproduce themselves. What passes between generations is not only an asset but a position within a field of relationships.</p><p>The Dantatas are therefore an important example of African elite formation rooted in Africa. Their influence cannot be explained entirely through Oxford, Harvard, London society or European cultural institutions. It was produced through commerce in Kano, northern Nigerian political relationships, family organisation, regional trade and indigenous forms of social trust.</p><p>African elites do not require Western permission to possess material power. But material power and legitimate prestige are not precisely the same thing.</p><p>A family may control companies, land, political offices or commercial networks within Africa while still looking towards institutions outside the continent to certify its children as educated, cosmopolitan and appropriately prepared to inherit power. A substantial part of elite legitimacy in the postcolony is still produced &#8212; or at least ratified &#8212; in former imperial centres. The distinction is important.</p><p>African elites are not merely puppets manufactured in Europe. They have their own histories, constituencies, cultural identities and networks. But many of the institutions with the greatest power to make someone internationally legible as elite remain disproportionately concentrated in the West.</p><p>The degree comes from Oxford, Cambridge, Harvard, Stanford or Sciences Po. The boarding-school education comes from Britain, Switzerland or France. Financial credibility is strengthened through London, New York or Paris. Cultural refinement is often demonstrated through fluency in colonial languages, ease in Western social environments and familiarity with institutions that remain globally dominant.</p><p>Research on contemporary Nigerian class reproduction shows that foreign degrees, English proficiency, and foreign citizenship function as forms of "Western capital" accumulated for domestic and international advantage [3]. Similarly, in an article aptly titled "'We are not concerned about good grades,'" Pere Ayling and Derron Wallace demonstrate that elite Nigerian families use British private schooling not merely for academic instruction, but to reproduce distinct notions of elite social status [4].</p><p>The extraordinary proliferation of international schools across African cities makes this asymmetry almost absurdly visible. A Kenyan education in Nairobi can apparently become more prestigious when delivered through an elite institution like the Braeburn School [5], even though Kenya&#8217;s own educational infrastructure was already profoundly shaped by British colonial history. Similar American, British, and French institutions exist across major African cities. Crucially, these schools operate as highly lucrative corporate enterprises, commodifying Western prestige for an elite market.</p><p>Some of these schools have even formed international sporting leagues across the continent. Children fly between African capitals to play basketball, football, or volleyball against pupils from other international schools [6]. There is something almost too perfect about the image: an African tournament, taking place across African countries, populated largely by children with access to extraordinarily expensive forms of education, whose institutional identities remain American, British, or otherwise international. The geography is African. The prestige structure is something more complicated.</p><p>Universities remain particularly important because they do more than transfer knowledge. They create networks and confer institutional recognition. Overseas education and transnational university relationships have long played a role in producing political and professional elites in postcolonial African societies.</p><p>This does not mean that African universities produce no cultural capital, or that every African elite child is educated in the West. Institutions such as Makerere, Ibadan, Legon, Fourah Bay, Fort Hare and many others have their own histories of producing political, professional and intellectual elites. The point is the asymmetry. A degree from an elite Western institution can travel into an African society carrying much of its prestige intact. An African degree often does not travel into the West with equivalent symbolic force. Prestige moves across the postcolonial world, but it does not move equally in every direction.</p><p>An African elite can therefore be materially powerful through networks embedded on the continent while remaining partly symbolically dependent on institutions elsewhere to certify sophistication, expertise and global belonging.</p><p>The Dantatas show that African elite power can be generated through African networks. My own life showed me how much cultural legitimacy can still be conferred from outside. But elite formation in the abstract is not what led me to this question.</p><p>Growing up in a middle-class Cameroonian family, elites appeared to me as a fundamentally different category of person. I do not mean that I simply admired them, or that I mistook wealth for celebrity. Their material possibilities were genuinely different from mine.</p><p>My parents had done what respectable people are told to do. They worked, raised their children carefully and placed enormous faith in education. Yet they could not know whether their academically gifted child would eventually find work that paid enough to sustain a decent life in an economy weakened by political and economic corruption.</p><p>The children of powerful families seemed to inhabit another reality. They could decide whether they wanted to study in Britain, France or America. They could imagine travel, discovery, experimentation and expansive careers. Their futures did not appear to narrow under the same pressure.</p><p>They looked like people who were allowed to dream.</p><p>That phrase is not intended as a complete sociological definition of class, but it describes how class felt to me as a child. Elite status appeared almost sacred because elite children possessed opportunities that seemed inseparable from who they were. The freedom surrounding them made their position look natural. Their confidence could be mistaken for inherent superiority because the social conditions producing that confidence remained hidden.</p><p>My parents eventually moved us to Britain when I was eleven. After doing everything they had been told should produce security, they reached the conclusion that the state in which they lived could not reliably offer their children the future for which they had prepared us. We settled in a white working-class area of Cardiff. Later, the overachiever in me applied to Oxford to study engineering science because it was one of the strongest options on UCAS. I was not executing a sophisticated class strategy. I was simply making the kind of decision I had been trained to make: work hard, choose the strongest academic option available and hope that achievement opens a door.</p><p>That decision transformed my life.</p><p>Oxford gave me access to intellectual, professional and social spaces I would probably never otherwise have entered. It gave me a credential whose symbolic force travelled far beyond Britain. Along the way, I also acquired a British-sounding accent &#8212; almost accidentally, through growing up and being educated in the UK from the age of eleven.</p><p>An Oxford degree and British accent, acquired outside any established Cameroonian elite lineage, reduced some of the symbolic distance between me and the elite children who had once seemed almost incomprehensibly removed from my life. I had not inherited their wealth. I did not possess their political connections, family businesses or protection from economic precarity. I had not become one of them. But I had acquired some of the cultural markers through which elite status was recognised.</p><p>This was deeply unsettling.</p><p>I knew that nothing essential about my human worth had changed. A foreign university had not made me more deserving of dignity. An accent had not made me more intelligent, moral or capable of dreaming than the people with whom I had grown up. Yet people could interpret these markers as evidence that I belonged to a more important category. The instability of that status demystified it.</p><p>Once prestige could be assigned to me through credentials and speech, I could no longer experience elite distinction as something natural. I could see the machinery more clearly. I could see that institutions produce authority, that accents carry histories of power, and that educational credentials do not merely record achievement, they organise social recognition.</p><p>Let me be clear, this does not mean Oxford gave me nothing real. It gave me education, access, relationships, confidence and possibilities. Cultural capital is not imaginary merely because it is socially constructed. Money is socially constructed too, but it can still determine who eats. The point is that cultural capital translates into material consequences. The respect attached to my degree could affect who listened to me, which rooms admitted me and which assumptions people made about my competence. For members of established elites, these symbolic advantages often coexist with inherited economic capital, political relationships and insulation from institutional failure. Cultural prestige does not replace material privilege. It helps justify it.</p><p>So the argument cannot remain a playful dispute over whether Africa has old money. The question becomes urgent when elite distinction exists alongside deprivation.</p><p>It matters when politically connected families can educate their children abroad while public schools deteriorate. It matters when business dynasties can accumulate extraordinary wealth in societies where workers struggle to meet basic needs. It matters when royal and political families present themselves as custodians of national tradition while ordinary people lack functioning hospitals, secure employment or reliable electricity.</p><p>I am not interested in proving that African elites are insufficiently authentic. I am interested in asking why any elite class should possess such disproportionate authority over the futures available to everyone else.</p><p>The moral problem is not that African elites resemble European elites too closely. The moral problem is that extreme concentrations of wealth, power and possibility coexist with preventable suffering &#8212; and that culture is recruited to make this arrangement appear deserved.</p><p>This is also why decolonial language can become politically dangerous when used carelessly. The fact that an institution is indigenous does not make it just. The fact that a hierarchy predates colonialism does not place it beyond criticism. Africans were capable of producing political complexity before European conquest. We were also capable of producing exploitation, exclusion and domination. Recognising African agency means recognising the full range of African human action, not romanticising everything that can be described as traditional.</p><p>A decolonial politics that exists only to defend African authenticity can easily become a defence of African elites.</p><p>When someone responds to criticism of inherited privilege by declaring that land is ancestrally African, they may be answering a historical question while evading a political one. Even where a family&#8217;s authority has deep indigenous roots, we can still ask what that authority does today. Does it widen human possibility, or does it monopolise it? Does it protect collective resources, or convert them into private power? Does it create obligations to the community, or merely provide cultural language through which accumulation is legitimised?</p><p>The Africanness of an elite does not resolve the justice of its power.</p><p>My own position is complicated because I now possess forms of cultural capital that can grant me access. I can enter certain spaces, speak a particular language and invoke an institution whose name carries authority. I cannot pretend to stand entirely outside the structures I am criticising.</p><p>That creates a choice.</p><p>When people from outside established elite lineages acquire recognised markers of prestige, do we make elite legitimacy more contestable by exposing its constructed nature? Or do we simply become new recruits into the same hierarchy?</p><p>Cultural capital can be used to secure individual mobility. There is nothing inherently shameful in wanting safety, intellectual freedom or a good life. My parents did not uproot themselves so that I could romanticise deprivation. But individual ascent becomes politically empty when it ends with gratitude for being admitted into rooms whose doors remain closed to everyone else.</p><p>I do not want to argue that no one should enter elite institutions. I want us to stop confusing entry with liberation. My Oxford degree cannot abolish inequality. My accent cannot redistribute wealth. Demystifying elite status will not, by itself, build public schools, create employment or dismantle corrupt states. Material systems require material transformation. But symbolic power still matters because domination survives partly through belief.</p><p>A society in which people regard elite children as naturally entitled to expansive lives will struggle to recognise the violence involved in restricting everyone else&#8217;s imagination. A society that confuses inherited opportunity with merit will interpret inequality as evidence of differences in human value. A society that treats foreign credentials, accents and institutions as proof of superior personhood will continue to reproduce colonial hierarchies even while speaking the language of African pride.</p><p>The task, then, is not merely to make elite cultural capital available to more people. It is to expose the arbitrary relationship between those markers and human worth.</p><p>I now possess some of the cultural markers that once made elite people appear almost inherently different to me: a certain education, a certain accent, familiarity with certain spaces and institutions. But acquiring them has made their relationship to human worth feel more fragile, not more convincing. They can alter how a person is read without altering anything essential about the person themselves. They can open doors, confer authority and shape assumptions about intelligence or competence, but none of that means they have accurately measured anyone&#8217;s value.</p><p>If anything, possessing them has made it harder for me to believe in the mystique that surrounds them.</p><p>There may be old wealth in Africa. There are certainly old families, inherited hierarchies and long histories of political authority. But the more important question is not how old their money is. It is how their power is reproduced, which institutions legitimise it, what suffering it coexists with and why the rest of society is expected to experience elite possibility as natural.</p><p>My original statement was too absolute. The discomfort behind it was not. I had grown up believing that some people belonged to a category of human beings who were permitted to imagine more expansive lives. Then I acquired some of the symbols associated with that category and discovered how quickly they could alter the way I was seen.</p><p>That made it impossible for me to experience elite legitimacy as natural or inherently deserved &#8212; whether it reproduces itself in Africa, Europe, America or anywhere else.</p><p></p><p>REFERENCES</p><p>[1] Guyer, Jane I., and Samuel M. Eno Belinga. "Wealth in people as wealth in knowledge: Accumulation and composition in Equatorial Africa."&nbsp;<em>The Journal of African History</em>&nbsp;36.1 (1995): 91-120.</p><p>[2] Asabe, Abdulkarim Umar Dan. "Kano and Long Distance Trade in the 19th and 20th Centuries."&nbsp;<em>KANO IN THE SECOND MILLENNIUM</em>&nbsp;(2010): 368.</p><p>[3] Ayling, Pere. "International education and the pursuit of &#8216;Western&#8217; capitals: Middle-class Nigerian fathers&#8217; strategies of class reproduction."&nbsp;<em>British Journal of Sociology of Education</em>&nbsp;42.4 (2021): 460-474.</p><p>[4] Ayling, Pere, and Derron Wallace. "&#8216;We are not concerned about good grades&#8217;: elite Nigerian parents&#8217; consumption of high-quality education as a form distinction."&nbsp;<em>International studies in sociology of education</em>&nbsp;34.1 (2025): 115-134.</p><p>[5] Braeburn Schools. <em>Braeburn School Nairobi</em>, braeburnschool.braeburn.com/. Accessed Aug. 2026.</p><p>[6] West Africa International Schools Activities League (WAISAL). <em>Member Schools and Tournaments</em>, waisal.org/. Accessed Aug. 2026.</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Zillennials and the Gender Bargain That Broke]]></title><description><![CDATA[How Girl-Boss Feminism, Late-Stage Capitalism and Unequal Labour Divided Zillennial Men and Women]]></description><link>https://christy130700.substack.com/p/zillennials-and-the-gender-bargain</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://christy130700.substack.com/p/zillennials-and-the-gender-bargain</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Christy Nganjimi]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2026 14:34:46 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The divide between men and women born in the mid-to-late 1990s cannot be properly understood if we categorise them simply as Millennials or members of Gen Z. Older Gen Zs and younger Millennials are generationally homeless. They came of age in a distinct cultural moment, after feminism had become mainstream but before online subcultures, influencer culture and the manosphere began shaping young people&#8217;s identities from childhood. For this reason, they need their own generational category. Zillennials.</p><p>A generation is not defined only by the years in which its members were born. It is also defined by the social, technological and ideological conditions through which they came of age. Zillennials lived through the digitalisation of influence. We remember a childhood before smartphones became an extension of the body, but we entered adulthood just as social media began organising culture, relationships and political identity. Our early ideas about gender did not arrive primarily through TikTok algorithms, red-pill podcasts or married influencers explaining that marriage is either the ultimate feminine achievement or an institution built entirely for the subjection of women.</p><p>Instead, Zillennials grew up during the period in which feminism became culturally respectable. We came of age in the era of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie&#8217;s <em>We Should All Be Feminists</em>, Beyonc&#233; performing in front of the word &#8220;FEMINIST&#8221; and the rise of the girl boss. Feminism was no longer a marginal or embarrassing political identity. It was aspirational, marketable and compatible with looking good, earning money and being desirable to men.</p><p>Zillennial women were also among the first groups to experience something close to academic and professional parity with men as an ordinary expectation rather than an exceptional achievement. When I started studying engineering, I was the only woman in my college cohort of twelve. Across the wider department, however, women made up around 30 per cent of my year, and that balance continued to equalise in the years below me. We were living through the visible effects of decades of initiatives designed to bring women into universities, professions and industries from which they had historically been excluded.</p><p>We inherited the groundedness of the generations before us, but Zillennial men did not inherit all of their patriarchal privileges. At least, they did not inherit them in their old and explicit form. They were not necessarily raised to believe that women should remain financially dependent, avoid serious careers or unquestioningly obey their husbands. Any man with his head screwed on could see that the old arrangement was indefensible.</p><p>Girl-boss feminism offered something that appeared far more reasonable.</p><p>Women would become educated, professionally ambitious and financially independent. They would contribute equally to rent, mortgages, holidays and the general cost of building a life together. They would also remain attractive, emotionally intelligent, socially competent and sexually liberated. Ideally, they would still perform most of the domestic labour, remember everyone&#8217;s birthdays, organise the family calendar, manage the emotional temperature of the relationship and eventually become the primary parent.</p><p>In other words, girl-boss feminism promised men women who would carry their weight financially and professionally while continuing to carry most of the domestic and emotional labour. And they would do all of that while being the cool girl about it.</p><p>Who wouldn&#8217;t want that?</p><p>I think this is part of what made so many Zillennial men confidently feminist. Female liberation under those terms was a great deal for them. The pressure to become the sole breadwinner was reduced, but there was no equivalent expectation that men would develop the domestic, emotional and relational skills required for a genuinely equal partnership.</p><p>A man no longer needed to become a millionaire to secure a baddie. He could split the bills with an accomplished woman while still expecting her to make the house feel like a home, anticipate his needs, manage the social calendar and explain why she was upset in a calm and non-accusatory tone.</p><p>The economic burden on men was redistributed. The domestic and emotional burden on women largely was not.</p><p>For many men, this did not feel like exploitation. It felt like progress. They sincerely agreed that women should have careers, independence and equal rights. Their feminism was not necessarily cynical. They could genuinely identify with progressive values because the version of progress they had been offered did not require them to surrender very much in private.</p><p>This is also what separated them from the younger Gen Z men who grew up online. Broadly speaking, Zillennial ideology came more from family, school, university, television and the immediate social environment. We came of age before the manosphere became an established digital ecosystem and before algorithms could repeatedly feed teenage boys increasingly extreme content about female nature, hypergamy and the supposed destruction of masculinity.</p><p>Zillennial men did not need to be red-pilled. They had already been offered a progressive model that preserved many of the benefits traditionally associated with being a man.</p><p>Zillennial women were shaped by the same ideological environment. They were told that education and professional achievement would liberate them. Economic independence would allow them to choose relationships rather than depend on them. They could become lawyers, engineers, doctors, entrepreneurs and executives. They could work hard, earn their own money and still have a satisfying romantic life, an attractive home, children, friendships and a body that looked as though none of this required any effort.</p><p>They could have it all.</p><p>What girl-boss feminism concealed was the relational cost of having it all. It encouraged women to enter the workforce on increasingly equal terms without demanding an equivalent transformation inside the home. Women&#8217;s professional labour increased, but their domestic and emotional labour was not proportionally redistributed.</p><p>Late-stage capitalism turned this bad arrangement into an unbearable one.</p><p>Two incomes stopped being evidence of female liberation and became an economic necessity. Women were not simply working because careers were empowering. They were working because rent was expensive, housing was inaccessible, food was expensive, childcare was punishing and a single salary could no longer reliably sustain a household.</p><p>The liberated woman was therefore expected to function as a full economic participant while continuing to perform the work historically assigned to women. She had to earn, nurture, organise, maintain, consume and self-improve. She had to be a productive employee, an attentive partner, a future mother, an attractive woman and the household&#8217;s emotional infrastructure.</p><p>Girl-boss feminism did not free women from labour. It gave them more labour and taught them to interpret the workload as empowerment.</p><p>Capitalism gained more workers and a new class of consumers who could be sold endless routines, products, courses and optimisation strategies. Patriarchy kept women&#8217;s domestic, emotional and reproductive labour. Women were told that doing everything was proof of their strength.</p><p>They were not exhausted. They were &#8220;having it all.&#8221;</p><p>The financial pressure also exposed the inequality that might once have been easier to ignore. When two people are tired, overworked and anxious about money, the question of who cooks, cleans, plans, remembers, comforts and organises no longer feels small. A woman working full-time, paying half the rent and worrying about whether she will ever own a home is far more likely to notice that she is also buying the groceries, cleaning the bathroom, arranging family visits, initiating difficult conversations and reminding her partner to renew his passport.</p><p>The financial load revealed the relational load.</p><p>Once women saw the full bill, many decided they did not want to pay it.</p><p>This was the point at which the Zillennial gender bargain began to break. Women had achieved enough professional and financial independence to question what they were receiving from relationships, but the men they were dating had not necessarily developed equivalent domestic and emotional competence.</p><p>The issue was never simply whether a man washed the dishes occasionally. It was whether he noticed that the dishes needed washing without being asked. It was whether he could plan, anticipate, communicate and sustain intimacy. It was whether he understood emotional labour as part of adult partnership rather than a feminine service he received automatically.</p><p>As Zillennial women recognised the imbalance, they began rejecting their girl-boss inheritance.</p><p>Some moved towards idealised forms of traditional femininity. Cue the trad-wife era. If women were expected to perform conventional domestic and emotional labour anyway, perhaps they should at least receive the economic protections traditionally attached to it. Why work full-time, split every bill and still perform the role of a traditional wife?</p><p>Trad-wifeness becomes particularly appealing in a harsh financial climate. When work is insecure, housing feels impossible and professional ambition has started to look like permanent exhaustion, being financially protected can feel less like subjection and more like relief. The fantasy is not only about submitting to a man. It is about being released from the demand to do both sets of work.</p><p>The aesthetic hides the risks, of course. The homemade bread is visible. The financial dependence is not. The linen dresses are visible. The lack of savings, pension and protection from an abusive husband is not.</p><p>Still, the fantasy responds to something real. Women are tired of being told that paid employment is inherently liberating when many jobs are underpaid, precarious and spiritually deadening. They are even more tired of performing that work before coming home to a second unpaid shift.</p><p>Other women moved in the opposite direction. Rather than returning to traditional relationships, they began refusing relationships in which domestic, emotional and cognitive labour would not be redistributed. They delayed marriage, left unsatisfying partnerships or decided that being single was preferable to becoming an unpaid administrator, cleaner and therapist for another adult with little to not emotional return.</p><p>They were not necessarily rejecting men. They were rejecting the relational bill.</p><p>This shift massively fucked over Zillennial men.</p><p>They had been raised to believe in a model of progressive heterosexuality that appeared stable and mutually beneficial. They would not dominate women in the old-fashioned sense. They would support their partners&#8217; careers, split expenses and identify as feminists. In return, they expected women who were ambitious but nurturing, independent but accommodating, sexually liberated but emotionally devoted.</p><p>Then women changed the terms.</p><p>Supporting a woman&#8217;s career was no longer enough. Splitting the bills was no longer enough. Being employed, pleasant and not overtly sexist was no longer enough. Women increasingly expected men to bring emotional maturity, domestic competence, initiative and relational skill to the table.</p><p>And the thing is, many Zillennial men do not actually want to return to the old provider-housewife arrangement. They may not want a dependent wife. They may value women&#8217;s intelligence and ambition. They may sincerely believe in equality.</p><p>More importantly, most of them could not afford benevolent patriarchy even if they wanted it.</p><p>A traditional arrangement requires money, and the average salary is barely enough to support one adult these days. A man cannot easily demand a full-time homemaker when his income barely covers his own rent, bills and food. The old patriarchal bargain relied on a level of economic security that late-stage capitalism has made inaccessible to many ordinary men.</p><p>One income can rarely support a household. The masculine identity of sole provider has therefore become both culturally suspect and materially impossible.</p><p>This leaves Zillennial men stuck between two arrangements. They cannot afford the patriarchal model they inherited, but many were not prepared for what genuine equality would demand from them. They understood that women would work. They did not always understand that women working would eventually lead women to demand equality everywhere else.</p><p>They were prepared to split the bill. They were not always prepared to split the whole burden.</p><p>As Zillennial women tap out of the girl-boss bargain inherited from their Millennial predecessors, Zillennial men have found themselves in a strange ideological position. Unlike the stereotype of the Gen Z red-pill bro, they do not necessarily hate women, oppose female rights or consciously believe that women belong in the home. Many still think of themselves as feminists. They grew up believing that female equality was obviously correct.</p><p>But they had accepted a version of equality that asked women to become more like men in public while allowing men to remain largely unchanged in private.</p><p>When women rejected that arrangement, men experienced it as a loss. They felt robbed of a patriarchal birthright they had never consciously believed they possessed.</p><p>This is what makes Zillennial male resentment difficult to name. It does not always arrive through explicit misogyny. It can appear as confusion, disappointment or a sense that women have become impossibly demanding. It sounds like complaints that dating is too difficult, that women no longer appreciate good men or that nothing men do is ever enough.</p><p>The anger has no obvious ideological outlet because these men are not necessarily red-pilled. They do not want to say that women should lose their rights or be forced back into the home. They simply want the old progressive bargain restored. Women should remain economically equal while continuing to provide the relational benefits associated with traditional femininity.</p><p>The problem is that this bargain was never sustainable for women.</p><p>Girl-boss feminism did not eliminate patriarchy. It modernised it. It replaced the financially dependent housewife with the financially contributing wife who continued to manage the home, the children and the emotional life of the relationship. It reduced men&#8217;s breadwinning obligations without demanding an equivalent increase in their relational obligations.</p><p>This is why red-pill ideology is not quite as opposite to girl-boss feminism as it initially appears. Red-pill culture explicitly argues that women should serve men and return to traditional gender roles. Girl-boss feminism concealed a softer version of the same entitlement beneath the language of equality, empowerment and choice.</p><p>One demands women&#8217;s labour openly. The other calls that labour liberation.</p><p>Zillennials occupy the collapse of that contradiction. Their women were among the first to be told that they could become equal to men through professional achievement, and among the first to discover that professional parity did not automatically produce relational parity. Their men were among the first to sincerely embrace feminism while still expecting a relationship structure that quietly subsidised their lives with women&#8217;s unpaid labour.</p><p>Women have began tapping out, and the men are left with the feeling that something has been taken from them. And in a sense, something has. They had been promised a version of female liberation that preserved many of the comforts of patriarchy while absolving them of the guilt associated with it.</p><p>The Zillennial gender divide is therefore not simply a conflict between feminist women and anti-feminist men. It is a conflict produced by the failure of a particular feminist promise. Girl-boss feminism changed women&#8217;s ambitions and economic responsibilities faster than it changed men&#8217;s expectations or capabilities within relationships.</p><p>Late-stage capitalism pushed that conflict into the open. It made the traditional male provider role economically impossible, turned women&#8217;s participation in paid work into a necessity and left both genders too financially strained to keep ignoring the unequal labour inside their relationships.</p><p>Zillennial women have started to see the hidden bill.</p><p>Zillennial men are still trying to work out why the deal disappeared.</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[When Harm Is Not Allowed to Be Harm]]></title><description><![CDATA[Context note: this essay discusses sexual abuse]]></description><link>https://christy130700.substack.com/p/when-harm-is-not-allowed-to-be-harm</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://christy130700.substack.com/p/when-harm-is-not-allowed-to-be-harm</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Christy Nganjimi]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2026 13:10:09 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was sexually abused as a child. </p><p>I know how shocking of a revelation this is and I understand the immediate pull towards sympathy, but that&#8217;s not what I need.</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://christy130700.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading! I aim to keep my essays accessible to everyone, but the work takes support to sustain. If it resonates, please consider becoming a paid subscriber.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div><p>This is not an essay about what happened to me. It is an essay about what happened after.</p><p>I also know that many people in my position carry deep, visible trauma. That hasn&#8217;t been my experience. I have a lot of care for those who have had to live with that. They didn&#8217;t deserve what happened to them.</p><p>My experience has been different. The developing brain can be quite brilliant in how it protects itself. I had no conscious memory of what happened to me until I was 19. What I had instead was my body.</p><p>The first time I saw my abuser in over a decade, my nervous system jumped. I didn&#8217;t understand why. I noted the discomfort when he drove me to the airport from DC back to London, but I still had no story to attach to the feeling. A few weeks into my second year of university, after repeatedly returning to that sensation, the memory surfaced.</p><p>Even then, I didn&#8217;t experience what I thought (capital T) trauma was supposed to look like. I wasn&#8217;t overwhelmed. I wasn&#8217;t visibly broken. If anything, I felt strangely functional. That, in itself, became confusing. I wondered if I had made it up. I wondered if something was wrong with me. I wondered if I was unconsciously reaching for a narrative that didn&#8217;t belong to me.</p><p>What I now understand is that the absence of visible collapse is not the absence of harm. It is often the condition that allows harm to go unrecognised.</p><p>What has traumatised me since then is not the event itself, but the response to it.</p><p>What has been deeply destabilising is coming to terms with how normalised sexual abuse is within my community &#8212; especially because many victims like me go on to live functional, even successful lives. That functionality is then used as evidence that nothing serious happened. If you are not visibly broken, then you must not have been broken. Harm, in this framework, is only real if it is dramatic, disruptive, and undeniable. Quiet harm does not register. Subtle violation does not register. The body&#8217;s memory does not register. Only breakdown counts.</p><p>What has traumatised me is having my disgust framed as an overreaction. Being told, implicitly or explicitly, that because I am fine, I am not harmed. That because I can function, I must be exaggerating.</p><p>What has traumatised me is people refusing my framing of myself as someone who was harmed. And what I have come to realise is that this refusal is not random. It is structural.</p><p>It is easier to minimise harm than to confront what recognising it would require. Because to recognise harm is not just to acknowledge an event. It is to accept that something within the family, the community, the system has failed. And that acceptance has consequences.</p><p>It requires choosing differently, disrupting relationships, breaking social cohesion, abandoning the &#8220;we are good people&#8221; and &#8220;everything is fine&#8221; narrative. So instead, the harm is reduced, reframed and contained.</p><p>But minimisation is not always about disbelief. Sometimes people believe you. They know something happened. They recognise, at least intellectually, that it was wrong. Many of them have grown up in the same environments where harm like this is not rare. They know others it has happened to. In some cases, they themselves carry similar experiences.</p><p>And yet, belief does not necessarily translate into alignment. Because what is being protected is not just a version of events, but an entire way of making sense of the world. A way of surviving.</p><p>In communities where harm is normalised, people develop psychological frameworks that allow them to continue functioning. Harm is reduced, reframed, contained &#8212; not because it is insignificant, but because fully recognising it would require a level of disruption that is difficult to sustain.</p><p>So when you refuse to minimise what happened to you, the problem is no longer just the event itself. The problem becomes you. And not because you are wrong, but because your refusal to shrink the harm disrupts the structure that allows others to live with it.</p><p>It forces a confrontation. Not just with what was done to you, but with what they have accepted, what they have ignored, what they have normalised, and in some cases, how they themselves have been failed.</p><p>And that confrontation is deeply destabilising. Because it does not stop at &#8220;this was harm.&#8221; It extends to &#8220;if this was harm, then the world I have built my sense of safety on is not as safe as I thought.&#8221;</p><p>So even when people believe you, they may still resist you. They may ask you to soften it, to move on, to stop making it so central. Not because they don&#8217;t care, but because your clarity threatens the coherence of the reality they rely on.</p><p>And this is where resolution often becomes impossible. Because what you need &#8212; acknowledgement, alignment, a shared understanding of harm &#8212; requires a level of integration that their framework does not allow. The very thing that helped them survive is the thing that prevents them from fully meeting you.</p><p>People continue engaging with men like my abuser, even when they know. Not because they are evil, but because maintaining the structure feels safer than confronting what it would take to change it. Compartmentalisation becomes a survival strategy. &#8220;He did that, but&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;It wasn&#8217;t that serious&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;She&#8217;s fine&#8230;&#8221; And in that &#8220;but,&#8221; harm disappears.</p><p>What I have found most disturbing is not the denial itself, but the confidence with which it is held. The ability to speak about injustice, inequality, even violence in abstract terms &#8212; while refusing to recognise it when it is immediate, relational, and implicating.</p><p>This is what breaks something in you. The harm evolves from something happening to you being asked to doubt your own reality in order to preserve someone else&#8217;s.  </p><p>I spent years thinking there might be something wrong with me. That maybe I had fabricated something, exaggerated something, misunderstood something. Not because there was no evidence, but because the people around me could not hold the weight of what happened.</p><p>And when reality is denied consistently enough, you start to lose your grip on it. You start to ask: <em>&#8220;am I the kind of person who would make something like this up?&#8221; </em>That question does not come from nowhere. It comes from being placed in a position where your internal experience is less authoritative than other people&#8217;s comfort.</p><p>What I have had to do since then is rebuild my relationship to truth. Not truth as something externally validated, but truth as something I can recognise and stand in, even when it is inconvenient for others.</p><p>This is where real rupture lies. Because once you do that, you cannot go back. You cannot participate in the same denial. You cannot un-see what you have seen. You cannot pretend that harm is negotiable. And that creates distance. Because you realise immediately that closeness would require you to betray your own reality.</p><p>I am often told that I am strong-willed. That when I decide something, I decide. What is less understood is that my &#8220;decisions&#8221; are not impulsive. They are the result of integration. Of seeing clearly. Of refusing to override myself again.</p><p>And so this is not a story about anger, even though anger is present.</p><p>It is a story about clarity. About what happens when someone is no longer willing to collapse their reality to maintain belonging.</p><p>And about the quiet, often invisible cost of that.</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://christy130700.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading ChristyNganjimi! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>