Skip to main content

Everyone wants a village…

But not everyone wants to be a villager.


The first time I heard those words, I had to snap my fingers like I’d just heard some soul-crushing poetry.


It’s true, though. Everyone wants community, but very rarely do people show up—at least in this day and age. Certain things are starting to feel like a lost art when they’re not transactional. People long for support, for others to be there during their hardest moments, but how often do they extend that same presence to others? We talk about community as something we want to receive, but not enough about what it means to build one—to put in the work, to give, to show up when it’s inconvenient, when no one is watching, when there’s nothing to gain.


I was having a conversation today and had to pause for a minute to keep my thoughts to myself because—why is everything so transactional these days? Friendships, romantic relationships, even familial relationships… people love to apply this you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours mentality to literally everything. And I’m not saying that one must become a doormat, constantly bending over backwards for others. I’m not saying that at all. It’s just getting tiresome—having to live a life of chess with people you’re supposed to care about. 


Truthfully, I’m glad more and more people are speaking on this matter because things feel increasingly dystopian by the day, no matter where in the world you are. We are more connected than ever through technology, yet so many of us feel lonelier than ever. We’ve become spectators in each other’s lives instead of active participants. We see our friends’ struggles in passing—through a vague post, a missed call, a quiet withdrawal—and assume someone else will check in. We watch their victories from a distance, offering a quick “congrats” in the comments but rarely showing up in person. But true community isn’t built on convenience. It’s built on presence.


We’ve forgotten the simplicity of just existing together. It used to be normal to do nothing with your friends—to sit in comfortable silence, to join them while they ran errands, to go hungry together and scrape up loose change for a shared meal, or to cover each other when times were tough. These little acts of care, the unspoken understanding that no one had to struggle alone, are the foundation of true community. It wasn’t always about having the perfect words or grand gestures; sometimes, it was just about being there—about letting someone know they weren’t alone.


And it’s not just about struggle—it’s about joy, too. It’s important to celebrate your friends’ wins, big or small. Milestones go beyond marriage and babies. Achievements are getting a job, moving to greener pastures, graduating, picking up a new hobby, getting a license—the list goes on and on. And yet, so often, we only rally around people when tragedy strikes. Why do we wait for grief or hardship to remind us to be present? Why do we hesitate to make the good times just as meaningful?


Love is inconveniencing yourself. Not everything has to benefit you all the time. You can find joy in seeing the people you care about be happy. That’s the essence of community. Love, at its core, is an act of selflessness—to offer support without expecting repayment, to take joy in another’s joy simply because they matter to you. And in a world that often feels disconnected, choosing to show up for one another might just be the most radical thing we can do. Because at the end of the day, a village isn’t something you find—it’s something you build, piece by piece, through every small act of love, every moment of presence, every choice to stand beside each other, no matter what. 


Otherwise, let me know if I have to move through life like a politician.


(I won’t, hehe)

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Prayer Is Not a Policy

Earlier this week, the Ministry of Youth and Gender Affairs launched what it called a “groundbreaking initiative”. The National Week of Prayer Against Gender-Based Violence under the theme  “United in Prayer, Solidarity Against GBV.”   I know right? And look, we’ll get to women in positions of power upholding misogynistic and patriarchal values another day. Or maybe later today.  One crisis at a time, neh?  So here’s the thing. Botswana is facing a relentless and escalating epidemic of GBV. From child rape to domestic homicide, survivors are left with shattered lives, limited access to justice, and an insufficient social support system. With churches, religious groups, and communities being called to unite in spiritual solidarity against a national crisis, this initiative was painted as a hopeful, healing intervention. But let’s be brutally honest: this is  not   what change looks like. A man was able to walk into a university and take a woman’s life as she...

Loving Someone Long Term

I wasn’t really sure how to approach this. Even now, I’m still not certain, if we’re being completely transparent. Just take what I say with a grain of salt.  Abeg.  Being in a relationship with someone well-known often feels like living under a magnifying glass, where people’s curiosity adds a layer of scrutiny. Because of that, I’ve always been reluctant to discuss my love life or offer relationship advice. Writing about this feels strange, almost obnoxious, because I’ve never been in a position where I’m so aware of others watching. I know it comes with the territory, but the truth is, I’m not him . He was made to be seen and heard, and he thrives in that space. I’m just wherever he is simply because I want to be. So no, I’m not going to pretend to be a social butterfly when anxiety beats my ass the way it does. I’m content as a wallflower. I’m not miserable, I promise… I just don’t enjoy being perceived.  Take my word for it.   That said, I’ve lear...

The Unlikeliest Toxic Relationship

When I was 17, I decided I wanted to be a human rights lawyer. Activism has always been a passion of mine, as anyone who knows me will tell you. At 18, I began researching the steps I needed to take to achieve this goal. Every blog, website, and person I consulted emphasized that law school is no easy feat. But what would you expect from “the noble profession”? Of course, it’s hard (sorry Elle Woods, it seems I have failed you). For me, studying law has been difficult for unexpected reasons. The content itself is fascinating, and despite my friends and I often lamenting how much we hate law school, we frequently find ourselves discussing legal topics outside of class, as if they are our favorite subjects. What has been truly challenging is the sense that the institution itself is against me. When I started school four years ago, I was anxious but ready to face the challenges of law school. I was eager to write essays again (can you guess my favorite subject in school?). At each new aca...