Bconx alert: Black Folks Ruutz
Both maps above show the same segment of the southern United States, and demonstrate a similar pattern. Yet each describes a wholly other era and a completely different process. Top is cotton production process 148 years ago. Botton is the McCain/Obama election data for Black folks. Fascinating. ...made a similar comparison in Bconx presentations a few years ago called black dots & 'nigger hill' the former name of Boston's Beacon Hill (click on picture below). Word, this is an excellent 'cotton pickin' Bconx example.
European 'Capitols' Were Always Built By Slaves
I knew before of the hidden history of 'liberty' and that the slave Phillip Reid had put the ‘liberty woman’ on the capitol (see picture below of unirony of freedom doublespeak in the invisible presence of ‘her’ niggers). My ancestors are from nearby PG county and I know they did carpentry for their masters. I did not know the details of this story. And something else in this 11min clip surfaces: an important problem, and it begins with Biden's waxing majestically and continues when the guest author Holland refers to the slave workers as “African-american slaves”. Anachronistic? Not only that. Those men at the time had no political or legal standing as Americans. They were subjects of african sovereigns taken in war from africa to harbors such as annapolis and b'more and raised there (1 generation, 2 generation or 6 generations) with no polticial standing. So while folks might point at this wonderful researcher's remarks and say, isn’t that the epitome of "america" and "americans" and 'how far we have come' there is a whole different truth: this has nothing to do with america and is the epitmoe of africa and africans (& the surviving remanants of their spirituality & culture).
Imagine sitting there deliberating over how to do a complex art puzzle that was a symbol of liberty taken from the romans, a slave society, who did not overstand 'liberty' from their african teachers, for your masters (or hired out masters...federal gov't), and not being able to marry your slave wife, or subject to being sold, whipped or starved in any series of random daily acts? The tolerance, the thought, the skill, & the humanity to suffer these sufferements have nothing to do with america and americans. The spirituality is older and it comes from the older places on earth’s africa where 'black' folks dwelled first. Biden’s says 'look around you and see majesty': hah-the crumbling phallus of washington right in front of him b/c they could not construct the single stone phallus of Ausar (Osiris). But Amerika keeps on telling the lie, looking past Phillip Reid, the African (see capitol pic below). There is great (ancient) problem ahead that are to come from this ignorance multiplied by confusion (for all). ...& they know it in deep places inside them dem might not want to visit on the conscious level. Seen?, this strange Brockton man think: "rape then kill colored people to save the white race" ...reminiscent of lynch mobbers preserving their victims privates, awo.
Bconx: Not All Capitols built by slaves. The capitals of the columns in the Capital building have tobacco leaves as homage to where the 'first world', 'new world', 'novus ordem' (whatevery bby want to call it) was built...with the ancestors' free work on rich Cheasapeake (Ninnuock-stolen) soils.
New Short Story
Barack Obama’s Dream During the First Night in the White House.
The Dream began: Barack Obama stormed slowly through the House offices and a basement areas, apparently from one crisis meeting to another. He wore a huge flowing robe striped in the colors of kente cloth, rich green, red, orange and black. He wore a cap reflecting that found in any number of secret brotherhoods to the west of his father’s land.
No American aides were anywhere to be found. Obama did not carry any technology but his taller stronger self. His stride was confident enough to make even the most radical pan-africanist scared for him. He was history manifested. He was unstrict genetics become.
He never looked down, but the bones and teeth of dead slaves that other slaves, the ancestors, had tucked secretly in the House’s foundation lit up his steps: guided his path through the House.
He continued through hallways. Obama was beyond the system error he had had to believe was un-quitable. Was he alone in the House? No. He was air’place and air’day. He knew that he could no longer exist as a believer that how he felt was what made America happen. How did he know this? Things like this become easy in dream-time; especially for a one-time multiple immigrant who had lost a friend: an elder friend with a black heart at that. The more offices he passed, the more overstanding added to him. He knew the strange people would not keep him. He knew they, not he, would write his memoir.
So he turned a corridor and entered a big room filled with forgotten ancestors. He walked round the outside of the gathering and took a place behind Mandela’s people. He listened eyes closed to all the ancestors who spoke and he did not classify the teachments for future use. He let the 40+ vibrations add to him as he closed the door and moved on.
Suddenly he was outside. In a New England court yard on a royal colonial esstate. Obama smiled as he watched the enslaved and the White ‘Election Day’ crowds eat, dance and ‘put on’. He at once overstood what it meant to have America support him & made a mental decree to ban all future travel on it’s behalf. His smile grew because he knew Michelle would say two things: one, he was good trouble for real white folk and two, he, (as a process?), was a heart pill for other concerned white folks: copy and paste style. Michelle. Where was she? No where. Which made him think. Made him think what? Made him think things would change.
The dream ended: Obama slowed his trod and stopped before the White House bedroom he had learned to find. He stood still forgetting his prior steps, lost in the newest idea to his mind: the world was 100% right in him being necessary but for 100% of the wrong reason. Looking at the back of his hand, he looked at some nearby American thing, looked away again and awoke...in crisis.
~Livicated to the missing 5th wheel of NWG January 25, 2009
The Dream began: Barack Obama stormed slowly through the House offices and a basement areas, apparently from one crisis meeting to another. He wore a huge flowing robe striped in the colors of kente cloth, rich green, red, orange and black. He wore a cap reflecting that found in any number of secret brotherhoods to the west of his father’s land.
No American aides were anywhere to be found. Obama did not carry any technology but his taller stronger self. His stride was confident enough to make even the most radical pan-africanist scared for him. He was history manifested. He was unstrict genetics become.
He never looked down, but the bones and teeth of dead slaves that other slaves, the ancestors, had tucked secretly in the House’s foundation lit up his steps: guided his path through the House.
He continued through hallways. Obama was beyond the system error he had had to believe was un-quitable. Was he alone in the House? No. He was air’place and air’day. He knew that he could no longer exist as a believer that how he felt was what made America happen. How did he know this? Things like this become easy in dream-time; especially for a one-time multiple immigrant who had lost a friend: an elder friend with a black heart at that. The more offices he passed, the more overstanding added to him. He knew the strange people would not keep him. He knew they, not he, would write his memoir.
So he turned a corridor and entered a big room filled with forgotten ancestors. He walked round the outside of the gathering and took a place behind Mandela’s people. He listened eyes closed to all the ancestors who spoke and he did not classify the teachments for future use. He let the 40+ vibrations add to him as he closed the door and moved on.
Suddenly he was outside. In a New England court yard on a royal colonial esstate. Obama smiled as he watched the enslaved and the White ‘Election Day’ crowds eat, dance and ‘put on’. He at once overstood what it meant to have America support him & made a mental decree to ban all future travel on it’s behalf. His smile grew because he knew Michelle would say two things: one, he was good trouble for real white folk and two, he, (as a process?), was a heart pill for other concerned white folks: copy and paste style. Michelle. Where was she? No where. Which made him think. Made him think what? Made him think things would change.
The dream ended: Obama slowed his trod and stopped before the White House bedroom he had learned to find. He stood still forgetting his prior steps, lost in the newest idea to his mind: the world was 100% right in him being necessary but for 100% of the wrong reason. Looking at the back of his hand, he looked at some nearby American thing, looked away again and awoke...in crisis.
~Livicated to the missing 5th wheel of NWG January 25, 2009
Attempted Bconx Alert
Back from underground (smile) ...Monday na present. Same gov't wan' me fi 'day off' 'given in honor' of the man's life, is the same gov't who dey took that life-na celebrate left in me 4 dis. Tho, despite all of the many many thoughts on the Obama process, I did have a strong feeling tues. ...i supsect a black man stopped the world for a couple hours (for good or bad).
Last week i received an email titled "How far we've come". Normally trash mail that looks like a chain-letter but I opened it and scrolled through 2 pictures & some text: it was an attempted Black Connection (Bconx). The first picture was a Norman Rockwell painting of Ruby Bridges ... ... the little black girl who had to be escorted to school by federal marshals.
Charlietown Yut still need Ruby escort. W/Backthorn transfer, whey dem strong self-hate self-damage 'pon one a neddy.
Last week i received an email titled "How far we've come". Normally trash mail that looks like a chain-letter but I opened it and scrolled through 2 pictures & some text: it was an attempted Black Connection (Bconx). The first picture was a Norman Rockwell painting of Ruby Bridges ... ... the little black girl who had to be escorted to school by federal marshals.
The text beside it read: "On November 14, 1960, Bridges faced hostile crowds as the first black child to attend a previously all-white New Orleans school. She was 6 years old and had only been told by her mother that she was going to be attending a new school that day and 'had better behave.' Little did she know that she would be bombarded with jeers and even death threats, and that she would end up being the sole child in her first grade class after other children were kept home by their parents. All because Ruby was Black." (*awo) One of the chail letter senders (an elder Sister) commented: “I just busted out in tears. I actually saw that on the news when I was a little girl”. This was follwed by another picture & text:
"Forty-eight years later -- January 5, 2009 -- here is a picture of Sasha Obama, a little 7 year old Black girl, being escorted to school by her mother, First Lady-elect Michelle Obama, and the Secret Service because Sasha's daddy is now President-elect of the United States, Barack Obama".
"Forty-eight years later -- January 5, 2009 -- here is a picture of Sasha Obama, a little 7 year old Black girl, being escorted to school by her mother, First Lady-elect Michelle Obama, and the Secret Service because Sasha's daddy is now President-elect of the United States, Barack Obama".
Here are 3 more Bconx that were not made because we are asleep or sleepwalking or both. The Obamas inherit an upsidedown kingdom, one in which the 'highest' leaders must use great protection for themselves & their family because of fear of the wi(d)er society. This fear is displayed in other escorts:
Charlietown Yut still need Ruby escort. W/Backthorn transfer, whey dem strong self-hate self-damage 'pon one a neddy.
Seen. Na bullet proof windows...MISSLE-Proof. Root of this fear? The Barricado.
Besides disease, pirate's biggest fear was insurrection on the slaver. They had insurance: arms, and wooden wall-barrier (escort) right on the deck in case of bad (upsidedown) feeling. Progress? Only a progression of wasted earth resources, insuring-re-enforcing unnecessary sysdems of fear (backthorn, awo), eh? Game as old as Empire.
& Jan 21... "So which way now? We have known hurt. But we have known miracles." -sister Adalaide Sanford
This is what sleepwalking too long does...affects language and even thought: Ruby's escort was not 'all because Ruby was Black'. HER BLACKNESS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. OUR BLACKNESS NEVER HAD TO DO WITH IT. WHEY BBY IMAGINATION IN DEM DOME STRANGE IS ‘ALL BECAUSE’. This imagination has not been addressed in the 'Obama process':
(what sysdems = 'elephant in the room' here?)
Ricci v. DeStefano
The lawsuit, Ricci v. DeStefano, was filed in 2004 by one Latino and 19 white firefighters who claimed that they were denied promotion on account of their race. The case began in 2003, when the city administered a civil service exam for the promotion of firefighters to the ranks of lieutenant and captain. When white firefighters received the highest scores on the test, the city decided to throw out the results, saying that the exam displayed a racial bias.The so-called “New Haven 20” filed suit, claiming that the city’s decision amounted to race discrimination against white firefighters who should have been promoted. Nineteen of the 20 are white; one is Hispanic.
Now that the Supreme Court has agreed to hear it, the case has the potential to steer the course of the country’s civil rights history. (more).
Nixon: The Preparation
Nixon2Cori
Keep It On The (Download)
Fruity Loop instrumental made w/clips of President Nixon from some documentary. '68-71' folks tired of 'deliberate speed' of civil rights/mad at malcom/martin deaded > rebel (newark detroit watts dc boston). Nixon pronounce ENUFF civil rights activity u...now civil rights forWe (to be free of the terror of 'u') time for order-control. He repeat verbatim 'founding fathers' pleas for slave control (see slave clauses in the declaration of independence & constitution). Result: full flight, deciimated public fool system, letpump arms & doses fi poorest rezs, hoods, barios fi popo come lock lid down tight (2mn prisoners USA). Listen Nixon. m'prepare fi dem 3 strikes, cori, reaganish Bushity1 CLINTONsax, Bushity miliprisonindustricomplexion, abu garaib, diallo, seanbell. Bconx control, awo.
Keep It On The (Download)
Fruity Loop instrumental made w/clips of President Nixon from some documentary. '68-71' folks tired of 'deliberate speed' of civil rights/mad at malcom/martin deaded > rebel (newark detroit watts dc boston). Nixon pronounce ENUFF civil rights activity u...now civil rights forWe (to be free of the terror of 'u') time for order-control. He repeat verbatim 'founding fathers' pleas for slave control (see slave clauses in the declaration of independence & constitution). Result: full flight, deciimated public fool system, letpump arms & doses fi poorest rezs, hoods, barios fi popo come lock lid down tight (2mn prisoners USA). Listen Nixon. m'prepare fi dem 3 strikes, cori, reaganish Bushity1 CLINTONsax, Bushity miliprisonindustricomplexion, abu garaib, diallo, seanbell. Bconx control, awo.
Mn-nfrBirmingham Negroes
Oh boy. Where to begin.
Michael Sullivan: “is that a serious question?” As the son of the illiterate John Shakespeare once wrote: ‘The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”
Darnell: “I think the race card is not something that should be played or used here...we have obama elected so clearly our country has made progress” 20 seconds of ‘weakest black man on so many levels’ iman seen in months...
So now, Shiela Dixon’s turn. Bconx: what bad jackets (us) will they use to impact our little now power? And why do we make the same mistakes as our fathers? Rootz idren. Rootz & Inatty: semi-Arius & Coulter seen.
"We have guided missiles and mis-guided men."
On some routes, T posts watchful guard 
Bus routes plauged by violence are now getting a police escort. Officer Sean Payne (above) monitored a video feed of activity on the Route 23 bus as he escorted the bus along Washington Street recently. (Boston Globe)
Spaceship over earthshack
"We have guided missiles and mis-guided men." ~Martin Luther King, Jr.
Israeli Soldier "None of dem can stop the time" ~Berhane Selassie (aka Bob Marley)
"Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
So you're in the air
But you still don't have a thing to spare
You're flying high
While we're on the low o-o-oh
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Tell me nowTomorrow people, where is your past? No where
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Ten years!
Stop tellin' me the same story
Today you say you deyah
Tomorrow you say you're gone and you're not coming back
If there is no love in your heart oh now
There will never be hope for you" ~Ziggy Marley Tomorrow People
Lesson awo: bby na ovas (ifna can ovas): the highest form of technology is the family.
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Kirikou & The Sorceress (incient wisdom)
Kirikou & the Sorceress 1hr20min Video
i saw this movie w/my cousin tribe 3-4 years ago. There is a deep & wonderful story in the script. i don't know if the movie makers even understand it...(perhaps their african story tellers knew it if they consulted on the project). idren recommend u see it [if u do, do not read further because my comments retell the story. ]
in my reading of it, karaba (sorceress) represents strange people (& others) infected by yt supremacy (back thorn). She causes all kind of sufferment (maafa) to the village (world idren). When a savior (a youth living in the positive, or ma'at) borns himself and has an old testament mission (keep fixing straying tribes) he ends up seeking his elders' wisdom, uses creativity, sacrifice & courage and curiosity (why? why? why?) to end the 'back thorn'. What happens when the back thorn is removed? Karaba screams in pain at first, but then all the green returns to the earth, the village, suspicious at first, embraces karaba and sings and the imprisoned black men return freed to the village (smile). Result: amenta/ heaven/ paradise/ mecca (all in the best rallying ground-the african village). To me, beside roots miniseries, I think this is one of the most important movies u can show yut, for it shows kids dem power to _______ ; eh? (smile). Quizasiman crazy but that is what am told thru this beautiful (pseudo-colonialist french) movie.
Jerz to Oakland - Sankofa
Went antiquing: bought some 60s magazines including this one for Bconx presentations. East Orange is the home town of my parents. Dem remembory those events to me from time to time.
Meet Me On the Moon - Phyllis Hyman
w/chaka, caron wheeler, whitney, anita baker & mary j, na songstress igual.
"roots"
call it our craziness even,
call it anything.
it is the life thing in us
that will not let us die.
even in death’s hand
we fold the fingers up
and call them greens
and grow on them,
we hum them and make music.
call it our wildness then,
we are lost from the field
of flowers, we become
a field of flowers.
call it our craziness
our wildness
call it our roots,
it is the light in us
it is the light of us
it is the light,
call it
whatever you have to,
call it anything.
Lucille Clifton
good woman: poems and a memoir 1969-1980
Brockport, New York: BOA Editions, 1987. 120
call it anything.
it is the life thing in us
that will not let us die.
even in death’s hand
we fold the fingers up
and call them greens
and grow on them,
we hum them and make music.
call it our wildness then,
we are lost from the field
of flowers, we become
a field of flowers.
call it our craziness
our wildness
call it our roots,
it is the light in us
it is the light of us
it is the light,
call it
whatever you have to,
call it anything.
Lucille Clifton
good woman: poems and a memoir 1969-1980
Brockport, New York: BOA Editions, 1987. 120
Idren At-Risk (strange people dem too).
Bruddha back fm fast but trodding life's road hard: Yut deaded. Train car yut exclaim (hat min 2:27) but babylon exclaim pon himself too (hands to head (mindset)). Na mystery: James ovas (below) & Michelle to some extent too (see small smile of obama turn __spection...we ah'go speak 2 him in'him sleep so him na sleep o?)
key: see & ovastand from start to min 3:12
Keep It On The (Download)
...RIP Oscar Grant.
..michelle had been asked to compare herself to the (soup eating) Powells before...important she repeated herself: vItal.
key: see & ovastand from start to min 3:12
Seen: all slavery after ma'afa = derivative 'nigger slavery'. I slept on this but Jimmie woke me back up. W/obama babylon tink dem started at beginning...dem na. Dem get fraction solution w/endway start. Ovas universal: allways empire end...na seen. Hisstory only remember (slave society) Rome for dem clothes, roads slaves built & the man dem were messing with. Same: in 100s years na remember Amerika fi moon travel/internet but niggers dem thot dem could make & keep.
ps. ukneegrows is in serious trouble now...your boy learned fruity loops & makes beats daily; can sample too-see mlk ditty here (him ovas jbp vs. jerusalem slim):
King On JbpKeep It On The (Download)
...RIP Oscar Grant.
Behind the image: Poverty and 'development pornography'
Jah made enough for everyone. Mama Africa is the richest 12mn square miles in the world. People and nations contiue to take from it without giving back, but keep the people on top of the land eating dirt and fleeing it at very great risk (cayucos) for (other) ways of illivity (western economies).1994 Pulitzer prize picture shows a nile valley child watched over by nrt - sacred to Mut, mother goddess (bantu attributes, seen?).
In a world where graphic pictures of starving children are used by development agencies to raise funds from the public in the rich world, ROTIMI SANKORE critiques the phenomenon of ‘development pornograpy’ and argues that it has contributed towards deeper prejudice. New ways must be found to reach the public and more clearly explain the real reasons behind poverty in Africa, he states. (more)
Bconx: vulture watching over below. What is the true measure of our fall?
"very bad news for a segment of the population"
BOSTON—Black teenagers are killing each other in rising numbers but the troubling trend has been masked by a falling crime rate in the United States, according to a study released Monday by Northeastern University. (more)
Time Now
Keep It On The (Download)
"Just wait 'til we get over that, uh" -Ice Cube
Time Now
Keep It On The (Download)
"Just wait 'til we get over that, uh" -Ice Cube
Covey and Rumsfeld. No Irony: Bconx.
Frederick Douglass, the renowned abolitionist, began life as a slave on Maryland's Eastern Shore. When his owner had trouble with the young, unruly slave, Douglass was sent to Edward Covey, a notorious "slave breaker." Covey's plantation, where physical and psychological torture were standard, was called Mount Misery. Douglass eventually fought back, escaped to the North and went on to change the world. Today Mount Misery is owned by Donald Rumsfeld, the outgoing secretary of defense possibly under investigation for violating torture laws. (more)
Skip to interview at minute 50. (vid takes a moment to upload).
If you(t) have seen something once you have seen it twice and so, you know it. Then you can draw line like mama harriet, mlk and satank: ini will not live this way.
Skip to interview at minute 50. (vid takes a moment to upload).
If you(t) have seen something once you have seen it twice and so, you know it. Then you can draw line like mama harriet, mlk and satank: ini will not live this way.
Pilotless War
Bombing an open-air blockaded hospitaless prison, from sea, heli-copter, f-16 & remote. Jah have mercy, look at what dem doing down here lawd.
On Your Passing - for CLR James
You left me on a day of doubts
For once your sun sharp answers
Did not cut through my clouds
I sent my love upstairs
Did not dare come
From the landing I could smell your passing
An old time smell
A smell of changes and hard cedar
A smell you find in families and friends
And even now I am not struck by absence
You filled your time so well
A drop from the overflow
Could quench a thristy mind for years to come
By Jean ‘Binta’ Breeze
For once your sun sharp answers
Did not cut through my clouds
I sent my love upstairs
Did not dare come
From the landing I could smell your passing
An old time smell
A smell of changes and hard cedar
A smell you find in families and friends
And even now I am not struck by absence
You filled your time so well
A drop from the overflow
Could quench a thristy mind for years to come
By Jean ‘Binta’ Breeze
ini stand with Chuck Turner (& this woman)
I stand with Chuck.
A few years ago, when I first began doing my black connection presentations, I was booked at the Uphams Corner Library one evening & had sent out a broadcast for folks to come and check it out. The staff put me in the basement in a back room (that round one) and the only real participants were the youth from the adjoining children's department with one exception: Councilman Chuck Turner. He came downstairs in the back and found where my artifacts & documents were, shuffled around the tables and then we had a discussion on Africa's influence on Greece with a young kid who was asking alot of questions about history. He said some thoughtful things. I gave thanks for his time. We talked again last year at a Freedom House event at length on the local voting process. So, when Charlietown is being Charlietown: I stand with Chuck.
I also stand with this woman. I don't remember where I got this picture & don't know what she is upset about, but I am with her. (smile)...how she feels, just might be how the otherwise oblivious security guard feels pon im'inside at the end of the video above.
Katrina’s Race War (hidden in plain sight)
In Aftermath of Storm, White Vigilante Groups Shot 11 African Americans in New Orleans
In a shocking new report, The Nation magazine exposes how white vigilante groups patrolled the streets of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, shooting at least eleven African American men. Local police have never conducted investigations into the shootings. Reporters speak to reporter A.C. Thompson and New Orleans resident Donnell Herrington, who nearly died after being shot by a white vigilante.
In a shocking new report, The Nation magazine exposes how white vigilante groups patrolled the streets of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, shooting at least eleven African American men. Local police have never conducted investigations into the shootings. Reporters speak to reporter A.C. Thompson and New Orleans resident Donnell Herrington, who nearly died after being shot by a white vigilante.
My Love for Afrika is undiluted - For Baba Fela Kuti (Channel Kindu2006)
The Greeks called you Ethiopia—
The kingdom of the burned faces.
You sent Aesop to tell fables,
You gave Kemet, Nubia to teach
Aristotle, Pythagoras, Plato...all they needed to know.
Indeed, those were the days when
"Sages looked to Egypt for their lore". *
Today you're a divided land
Where multifarious customs
And extraordinary music
Embalm the toiling feet of your
Multitudinous boys and girls.
The Romans revered your bold sons.
You sent Septimius Severus
To drown the Parthians in defeat:
From your mighty rivers more and
More of your sons flooded regal Rome.
Today, you give us a desert
Where we build shrines, pray to water,
For rain is a blessing from Thoth
Shango, Shaka, Cetshwayo...
The Yemenites knew your daughters.
You gave Sheba Queen Makeda,
She ruled her Shebans with wisdom;
Solomon she ruled with beauty.
Together they gave Menelik
To Ethiopia— her future emperor;
Today, your Emperor and Empress
Prostrate themselves for lack of wealth,
At the god of greed and hatred.
You gave Ancient great foundations:
Your greatest architect, Zoser
Your multi-genius, Imhotep
Your warrior pharaoh, Tarhaqua...—
Men whose temples lie in ruins,
But whose legends still stand firm in
Lands now growing in poverty
Ushering in hunger and AIDS—
Oh the contempt! Your mind, abused,
Is now strewn in oblivion,
Afrika.
You gave Haiti L'Ouverture
To revolutionise the slaves,
And French egocentricity died
On that day when the Modern's oldest
Democracy was born, indeed
Toussaint Lives today! When shall he
Rise again and tear down lazy hearts?
History is written by victors!
Afrika.
For Maya, you're carved in history
By hands with "bitter twisted" motives;
Yet your heart, though stretched and torn,
Still contains the strength to forgive:
How else can we explain your endurance
After years and years of beatings?
It's because the flag that blows love
Is still waving boldly inside your heart.
Afrika,It's true that you have been worn out;
But you haven't been defeated!
I can say with firm confidence
You've built walls to resist defeat.
Our modern walls erected by:
Lumumba, Kenyatta, Nkrumah,
Cabral, Garvey, Soyinka, X, ... Fela
Will erect your future walls in:
The West, South, North and East.
Afrika,
Division suffocated you.
Its destruction, therefore,
Will clear the air of strife!
Afrika,
Where is the Light so synonymous
With love, which keeps all things alive?
Where's that vacuum that sucked your Light?
Hear, for all your children cry out
With dusty hands and brittle bones,
For love to touch life in them again.
Where's Worth? Is she sat on the wind's wings
Being blown about from shore to shore?
Uprooted from home, her people,
Significance has been stolen
And is languishing visa-less in foreign flags
* - John Keats (Hyperion Book 1 - Line 33)
Channel Kindo2006
The kingdom of the burned faces.
You sent Aesop to tell fables,
You gave Kemet, Nubia to teach
Aristotle, Pythagoras, Plato...all they needed to know.
Indeed, those were the days when
"Sages looked to Egypt for their lore". *
Today you're a divided land
Where multifarious customs
And extraordinary music
Embalm the toiling feet of your
Multitudinous boys and girls.
The Romans revered your bold sons.
You sent Septimius Severus
To drown the Parthians in defeat:
From your mighty rivers more and
More of your sons flooded regal Rome.
Today, you give us a desert
Where we build shrines, pray to water,
For rain is a blessing from Thoth
Shango, Shaka, Cetshwayo...
The Yemenites knew your daughters.
You gave Sheba Queen Makeda,
She ruled her Shebans with wisdom;
Solomon she ruled with beauty.
Together they gave Menelik
To Ethiopia— her future emperor;
Today, your Emperor and Empress
Prostrate themselves for lack of wealth,
At the god of greed and hatred.
You gave Ancient great foundations:
Your greatest architect, Zoser
Your multi-genius, Imhotep
Your warrior pharaoh, Tarhaqua...—
Men whose temples lie in ruins,
But whose legends still stand firm in
Lands now growing in poverty
Ushering in hunger and AIDS—
Oh the contempt! Your mind, abused,
Is now strewn in oblivion,
Afrika.
You gave Haiti L'Ouverture
To revolutionise the slaves,
And French egocentricity died
On that day when the Modern's oldest
Democracy was born, indeed
Toussaint Lives today! When shall he
Rise again and tear down lazy hearts?
History is written by victors!
Afrika.
For Maya, you're carved in history
By hands with "bitter twisted" motives;
Yet your heart, though stretched and torn,
Still contains the strength to forgive:
How else can we explain your endurance
After years and years of beatings?
It's because the flag that blows love
Is still waving boldly inside your heart.
Afrika,It's true that you have been worn out;
But you haven't been defeated!
I can say with firm confidence
You've built walls to resist defeat.
Our modern walls erected by:
Lumumba, Kenyatta, Nkrumah,
Cabral, Garvey, Soyinka, X, ... Fela
Will erect your future walls in:
The West, South, North and East.
Afrika,
Division suffocated you.
Its destruction, therefore,
Will clear the air of strife!
Afrika,
Where is the Light so synonymous
With love, which keeps all things alive?
Where's that vacuum that sucked your Light?
Hear, for all your children cry out
With dusty hands and brittle bones,
For love to touch life in them again.
Where's Worth? Is she sat on the wind's wings
Being blown about from shore to shore?
Uprooted from home, her people,
Significance has been stolen
And is languishing visa-less in foreign flags
* - John Keats (Hyperion Book 1 - Line 33)
Channel Kindo2006
B. Yung 2008 Urban Word NYC Teen Poetry Slam
tired yut bun fya: "whips & chains....and whips & chains ...are symetrical." (word)
Lisa Page Brooks and Witness singing Standard
'No weapon shall propser against me'. To wake up and be with Jah still (awo) s'hard to remember this sometimes.
Nina Simone Zungo - ini heart
wonder what is she smiling about in the beginning and at the very end.
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