By: Professor Douglas Boateng (Chartered Director-UK | Chartered Engineer-UK | Social Entrepreneur | Governance and Industrialisation Strategist/Advocate| Generationalist)
Across the continent, from the deserts of Namibia to the forests of Ghana and the shores of Tanzania, one phenomenon remains strangely consistent. Africans are most united at funerals.
In those moments of collective grief, the quarrels that divide us seem to evaporate. The tensions that dominate our politics fall silent. Even families split by decades of misunderstanding find themselves walking side by side behind a coffin.
It is a beautiful contradiction.
And it is also an uncomfortable truth. Funerals have become the one place where unity is not negotiated, contested, or debated. The moment death enters the village, even bitter rivals embrace. In-laws who never greet each other share a seat under the same canopy.
Communities that were in conflict the day before suddenly contribute time, money, food, and comfort with remarkable generosity. But why must it take death for us to act like a nation? Why do we reserve our greatest acts of solidarity for the final journey of a soul?
Why do we build together only when the person we are honouring can no longer benefit from our togetherness? This is the inconvenient truth that demands reflection.
THE HUMBLING POWER OF MORTALITY
In life, we fight. We fight for power, for recognition, for influence, and even for attention. Our egos fill the room before we do. But funerals remind us that we are dust temporarily shaped into human form. Mortality humbles the proud and softens the stubborn.
The presence of a lifeless body strips away the illusions of superiority that feed division. The elders say the funeral drum never beats without purpose. Its sound summons everyone, not because of the person who has died but because of the lesson the living must learn.
The drum reminds us that all titles expire. All wealth loses its meaning. All power returns to silence. Every ambition eventually collapses into the stillness of the grave.
At funerals, we briefly remember that we are equal travellers heading toward the same destination. In that small window of humility we finally find space for compassion, forgiveness, and collaboration. Unity becomes possible because pride temporarily loses its voice.
THE AFRICAN DUTY TO HONOUR THE DEAD
Our cultures place a sacred obligation on honouring the dead. Across Africa, funerals are not small events; they are societal ceremonies. One does not attend a funeral only for the deceased, but to affirm the dignity of the entire community.
No one wants to be remembered as the person who refused to support a burial. Therefore, people put aside differences to fulfil a cultural duty that transcends personal emotions.
Even when a family feud is unresolved, tradition demands that unity be performed. This custom is beautiful. It teaches respect and reverence.
But it also exposes a painful contradiction: that we will honour the dead more than we support the living. We will travel for hours to bury someone we rarely visited.
We will donate thousands to a funeral when the same person struggled in silence during life. Funerals bring unity because the African conscience cannot allow disrespect for the dead. But the same conscience often remains silent when the living cry for help.
THE TEMPORARY CEASEFIRE
Funeral unity is a ceasefire, not a cure. Once the burial ends and the canopies are folded, the division slowly returns. The arguments resurface. The politics continue. The accusations resume.
The warmth of shared sorrow freezes into the coldness of everyday rivalry. If we can unite in death, the question is simple. Why can we not unite in life? The answer lies in the uncomfortable behavioural patterns we refuse to confront.
Many Africans find it easier to come together in grief because grief demands nothing except presence. Unity in life requires collaboration, compromise, sacrifice, and shared responsibility.
These are harder to embrace. At funerals, no one competes. No one expects recognition. No one demands accountability. But in life, these expectations fuel division. The funeral is, therefore, a neutral ground where the burdens of ego are suspended.
THE SILENCE OF UNSPOKEN REGRET
There is another truth we rarely admit. Many people attend funerals out of guilt. They gather to mourn what they did not do. They cry for the visits they did not make.
They whisper apologies to a soul that can no longer respond. This unspoken regret becomes a spiritual glue that forces people to stand together. In the quietness of the service, each person secretly asks, “Did I celebrate this person enough?
Did I support them when they needed me? Did I take their presence for granted?” Regret unites us because it exposes the shared weakness of the human heart: our tendency to value people more after they are gone.
THE FUNERAL ECONOMY AND RITUAL SOLIDARITY
Across Africa, funerals are a communal project. No family buries alone. The entire community contributes something. Money. Time. Food. Labour. Song. Prayers. And logistics.
The funeral economy itself requires unity. Without collective support, no African burial can truly happen. The structure of funerals forces cooperation even among people who would otherwise avoid one another. The event requires planning, cooking, hosting, announcing, cleaning, and transporting.
Every task becomes an opportunity to work together. And because funerals are immediate and unavoidable, collaboration replaces procrastination.
But imagine if the same urgency and collective energy were directed toward health care, education, governance reform, or industrialisation. Imagine if communities mobilised with the same efficiency to build factories, not only to build tombs.
Imagine if neighbours rushed to help the struggling farmer with the same speed they rush to prepare a funeral meal. Imagine if we raised money for scholarships with the same enthusiasm we raise money for burials.
It raises a painful question. Why do we build heavily for death but lightly for life?
THE POLITICS OF DEATH
Funerals offer something life does not always offer: temporary neutrality. During elections, funerals become moments where politicians can show humility and humanity.
They know that, culturally, funerals are safe ground for visibility. Therefore, the political class attends in large numbers. This creates the illusion of unity even among people who cannot sit together in Parliament.
But it is not true unity. It is unity of convenience. It is unity of optics. It is unity of momentary obligation. The inconvenient truth is that Africa has perfected the art of showing unity, not practising it.
THE LOST OPPORTUNITY
Funerals show that unity is possible. Africans know how to unite. We know how to mobilise. We know how to show compassion.
We know how to organise ourselves with discipline, structure, and purpose. We do it every week in every village across the continent.
The problem is not a lack of capacity. The problem is the direction of our unity. We unite for the dead. But we refuse to unite for the living.
We unite to mourn. But we struggle to unite to build. We unite for sorrow. But not for transformation. We join hands to lower a coffin into the ground.
But we rarely join hands to lift a young person out of poverty.
Our unity is powerful but misdirected.
The Elders Warned Us; African wisdom has always carried this rebuke in coded language. The elders say: “The funeral fire warms even enemies, but the fire of life tests real friendship.”
Another proverb says: “People gather quickly when someone dies. They gather slowly when someone is suffering.” And a third reminds us: “The person you refuse to help in life will be the one whose funeral you loudly attend.
“These are not just sayings. They are spiritual warnings. A society that unites only in death will continue to bury its potential.
RECLAIMING UNITY FOR THE LIVING
Unity is a currency. Every time we spend it only on funerals we impoverish the living. Africa has the human warmth to build nations. But that warmth must be carried into daily life, not stored for moments of death.
We can honour the dead more sincerely by supporting the living more intentionally. If funerals remind us that life is short, then unity in life becomes an urgent responsibility. .
Imagine a continent where funeral-style unity becomes everyday unity. Imagine if collaboration replaced competition. Imagine if we looked after one another before sickness, before failure, before loneliness, before regret.
The truth is simple. Unity at funerals is beautiful, but unity in life is transformational.
A FINAL REFLECTION
The funeral drum does not beat to entertain. It beats to warn. It tells the living: Do not wait for death to bring you together. Do not wait for silence to remind you of someone’s value.
Do not wait for the grave to acknowledge someone’s contribution. Do not wait for regret to teach you the cost of neglect. If Africa can unite in death, Africa can certainly unite in life. The question is not whether we can.
The question is whether we will. And that, indeed, is the inconvenient truth.
