I believe everyone has a dream they set aside. Maybe it was practical. Maybe someone told you it was not realistic. Maybe life just happened, and you took the safe path: the role that pays but does not feed you. Not broke, but not alive either.
I know because I was there. I had the Silicon Valley job, the title, the trajectory, the thing that looked right at the dinner table. I walked away from it, moved to Africa, and started from zero. I will not tell you it was the bravest thing I have done. Most days it felt like the dumbest. But it was the most honest.
Here is what I learned: the gap between where you are and where you want to be is not as wide as it feels. The gap is fear wearing a suit, disguised as logic, disguised as timing, disguised as “I am not ready yet.” You are not going to be ready. That is the whole point.
I called my movement the Great Return because I meant the diaspora going back to Africa. After three years on the ground, I understand it is bigger than geography. It is about returning to yourself: to the thing you wanted before the world told you to want something else. Some of you need to return to the continent. Some of you need to return to an idea you buried. Some of you need to return to the version of yourself that still believed this was possible.
The old gatekeepers are falling apart in real time. AI is collapsing the distance between idea and execution. The degree, the pedigree, the connections your parents did not have: they used to be walls. Now they are speed bumps. The tools to execute have never been more accessible than they are right now.