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Critical reflections on colonial legacies in the African Academy:

Critical Reflection on colonial legacies in the African Academy. Challenges and prospects for the future : We need to understand what colonization is and what it has brought with it that Afrikans are rejecting, what is its legacy in the Academic environment. Understanding the colonial institutionalising of the education system: Definition: colonisation is an ongoing process of control by which a central system of power dominates the surrounding land and its components (people, animals etc.). – Wikipedia Western Education was an important tool in making sure that colonisation was effective and was needed to pacify the Afrikan. Education was used to restructure Afrikan communities and cultures, to make them more Eurocentric. The French used a policy called emulation that made Africans in their colonies aspire to be more like their French masters. Those who sounded and acting like the Frenchman, were given full citizenship. The idea of being like the West is one ...

A Black Woman's voice - Poetry

My poems reflect the reality of women in South Africa, this is a collection of black women’s voices, voices that are silenced and those who are lost along the path of recovery, they talk of the pain and struggles that black women are faced with every day. The pain of patriarchy, abuse and struggle. One of the poems speaks of the injustices of the story tellers and books on their denial of acknowledging women who have played a vital role in the struggle movement. These poems are heart breaking and yet eye opening to those who dare to read them and allow themselves to be immersed in these women’s stories and voices. My Crown The world never loved us They look at us as though we are foreign in our own home Being black and a woman has us crying when will it be over They look at us once again as though we don’t belong If not in this land, where? God said a women’s hair is her crown But he never specified which woman he was talking about They looked at our hair an...

I fear a black man

I hold my breath as he passes by, I’m not sure what he will do. He says hi and I pull my bag closer to myself, what if he takes it and runs or what if he kidnaps me and rape me? A black man walking past me seems more dangerous than a white man next to me. When I pull up near the traffic light, where there is a black man giving out flyers, I roll up my window and shack my head, hard enough that he does not need my voice to know, I won’t help him, he needs to move, without even looking at him, I give him a clear message. While a white beggar hears my voice, with my window in the same low position it was when I was driving. Violence and crime has been painted with the paint of a black man, it has been given a face, a face we all know and a face that is the face of our brothers and fathers. The world has taught us one thing about criminals and that is, they are black and male. Maybe it’s just me, I look at my father as my hero, my brother as the coolest guy out there, and...

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