This year’s largest architecture prize, the Pritzker Prize, was for Francis Kèrèrère. I recognize that Kèrè is the only black architect I know and that I cannot name an Indian or Peruvian architect, as I am capable in literature. The education I have received and the editorial network I inspect is Eurocentrist, with the exception of Japan. The prize points to the frame of a different era.

Kéré's life can be taken to film. Born in Burkina Faso, in a small community without electricity or clean water, he saw his schoolmates die. The community raised funds to become an architect to pursue his studies in Berlin. They say that the future of African communities living in poverty lies in the formation of their children who send them to study abroad, convinced that they will improve their quality of life through knowledge. Ké's account has been confused with the images of Melilla and I have been disturbed.

Kéré is an African architect with privileges, but a son who returns to his hometown, with the intention of returning to his village the opportunity offered by the community. It will return to the community because it will successfully enable it to build more buildings for the community, offering social value to success. The images of his work show African builders, women and men working with their hands. They have known the capacity of community workers and have demonstrated traditional and renewed techniques to make a school, building classrooms for comfort with high temperatures. Ké's work is unrepeatable, as it has been carried out with the knowledge of the locals and the training of hands, and the quality of the hand finishes in Europe is unreachable, because the wheel of capital has ended with craftsmanship. Kèrère plays the role of community builder, since he is in charge of teaching the profession to someone local, so that after his death architecture continues to improve the quality of life of the community. Beautiful lessons from Africa.