RIP Nelson Mandela 1918-2013
Cristina de Middel “The Afronauts” series @studiomuseum #ShadowsTookShape exhibition #afrofuturism #art
the nurse inserts the cannula, i say ‘thank you for not hurting me’.
my mate thinks i can’t accept help. over the phone she says ‘you won’t let anyone take care of you, you want to do all the caring, that’s not fair’.
s comes over to my apartment, we eat vietnamese food. i look tired, my body…
The Herero Genocide is the first genocide of the 20th century.In June 2001 a reparations suit against Germany was filed at a United States court. The Herero,…
|—||Jared Sexton, “The Obscurity of Black Suffering” in What Lies Beneath: Katrina, Race, and the State of the Nation (edited by the South End Press Collective), p. 121 (via so-treu)|
even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.
|—||Warsan Shire (via thefreenomad)|
Africa: helping white people who’re a wee bit down-in-the-dumps feel better about themselves since 1884.
I recently, watched a trailer to the film,God loves Uganda.Along with whatever featurettes,I could find,that would explain more on the film.The feature length documentary is a powerful exploration of the evangelical campaign to change African culture with values imported from America’s Christian Right.
The film follows American and Ugandan religious leaders fighting “sexual immorality” and missionaries trying to convince Ugandans to follow Biblical law.
You can have a look at it here:
Now I am currently reading,’ Things fall apart’ by Chinua Achebe.Watching God loves Uganda clips, coincided with a pivotal point in the book whereby white men show up in the village of Umuofia and begin to talk on the ‘one true god’.
All throughout the book, till this point there is great description of faith systems and culture of the people of Umuofia; Ani ,the goddes of the earth.I am familiar with her through the literal works on Nnedi Okorafor’s ‘Who fear’s death’ and now via ‘Things fall apart’.
When the white men arrive they talk of their god. Some people listen, others ignore, but what captured me most was that, in the book, when the first white man arrived on his iron horse(bicycle), the elders consulted their oracle who then warned them that this white man would break their clan and bring destruction among them.It then warned that other white men were on their way.They were locusts,it said,and that first white man was sent to explore their terrain.
This film and this book, generations apart,collide in thought. Though it is evident the main theme of the film is geared toward sexual tolerance, but it also highlights how imposition of belief/ faith in a people, the white people on Africans, has and is having almost irreversible destructive effects.
We have forgotten our oracles, our Gods, our faiths, to take up the ones that they purport.Without questioning, why are they are here?Why aren’t they evangelising to their own?
In the film, you can sense there is this superior imposition that these pastors and their bethren feel towards, Uganda.Who said Uganda needed their god?I do not know!They pray over map, fall down in sweat,shouting and heaving.Why are they so eager to save people worlds apart from them,whilst they have their own?..are their own people ‘unsave-able’?
I am a generational Christian.My parents are Lutheran.My grandfather was a Lutheran pastor,and my great grandfather also spread the gospel of Christ Jesus.I have gone through 8 years catholic school in my primary level.In high school, I was very active in the all things Christian.
Let it be clear,I do not deny my past.I do not deny that when I pray the words,’in Jesus name.Amen.’ roll out of my mouth like a song to a bird.
I do not deny, that many at times, my prayers have been answered.I can attest to God’s existence. But lately, I question his form.I want to know more about Ani ,the goddess of the earth, that the Igbo people believed,brought them good harvest,and was not happy if innocent blood spilt on her.
I want to know more about the people of Kemet(Egypt), and their book of the dead
Depicting,the passage into the afterlife,where you heart is weighed on a scale,in comparison to the feather of truth.
Does that mean, I need saving?Does that make me a pagan?Why would it?
As Africans we speak of our former faiths with disgust,as if we were such buffoons. Yet there is evidence that when we had our faiths, we thrived. We had kingdoms made of ivory and gold, palaces, armies,dance and song.Now,what do we have?
I acknowledge, that not all practices and beliefs were rosy.However, the point is we had dignity and pride in what was ours, because it WAS OURS.Our spirits, our gods, corresponded with who we were, in our entirety.
I understand as well, that faith is a very personal aspect of each individual.
We have have forgotten our oracles. We have forgotten our ancestors.We have forgotten ourselves.
I leave you with this scene from the first movie I watched as a child at the cinema:
Remember who you are- Lion King (a confirmation that we must recognise our ancestors in order to recognise ourselves)
-Tulanana(we shall survive)