A Call to Consciousness

Young world mover, shaker

Essence of Afrika

Mind of a revolutionary woman

Young mind full of old souls

Those whom never die

For their lives have become open texts books

Whose lives were laid down for my life

Acknowledging history to move and rehabilitate

The minds of the Afrikan youth

Needing to unlearn the systems of oppression

To relearn the Afrikan renaissance

To bring back Afrikan pride in understanding the essence of being Afrikan

Needing to unlearn language and vocabulary

That speaks in oppressive manners of the Afrikan child

Words have become the biggest prison of the Afrikan mind

We are oppressed by more then just western systems

Also their words

The Afrikan mind is imprisoned by ideologies of the coloniser

Whilst the youth and the Afrikan continent lack consciousness of their Afrikaness

The West has not problem defining Afrikan to the Afrikan

Young world mover, shaker, essence of Afrika

A call of consciousness has been made

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Taxi to eKasi

A taxi just seems so wretched and black. I prefer my car and should my car breakdown, lucky for me, there are so many options, Uber, Taxify and a good old cab. This is the new generation of black South Africans, who grew up in former white neighborhoods and attended fancy white schools or model C schools. The reality of poverty and lack, seems like a foreign subject to them. Them that speak with English that confuses even their white counterparts, “is he black or white”, you really can’t tell over the phone, but that is good, isn’t it? Now they can get better service than the black person who sounds black, just as long as they don’t use their real name, they should be find. The desire to distance ourselves from poverty, has turned to the desire to distance ourselves from blackness. There seems to be so many things wrong with being black and the further one distances themselves from this image, the better it feels for them. The “Kasi”, seems to be a foreign land to those who live ...

Whose Telling Our Stories?

What if we ( Africans) told our own stories, what if the reality of the majority of the people living in this country and continent was told by them, rather than those who are “qualified” to tell those stories. How would those stories be, how would they sound, who would they talk to and why would they be relevant to be told? I have always loved the hearing stories from my father and the older family members, their stories, weather heartbreaking or funny, always felt real, engaging and full of lessons. The old folk tales that would introduce themselves as “intsomi” , they required us agreeing for this “ntosmi” to be told to us. There is a power in African stories, whether they be true or fiction, but the power comes from the voice that tells the story and the people that give it life. South African stories are so diluted with western influences, that the authenticity of these stories is lost. While you have a few productions and storyteller making efforts to Africanise our...

What is African American culture? 2013 re-Post

2013 I wrote this post after attending my first Black Students Union meeting, with a minority group of students of the university I attended in the USA. The conversation was interesting and issues that the African Americans community are freely and radically speaking about today, were those we spoke about in enclosed rooms and among ourselves. I decided that I wanted to share this post, untouched and unedited, as it were in 2013 when i first wrote it. With increasing unrest of race and social issues for brown skinned people in America, this post is just as relevant now as it was then. Post: Today I went to the Black Student Union meeting at Bellarmine University. Today the topic of discussion was "What is Black Culture?" A very intriguing question. I think no one can really define what black culture is because culture is so diluted, culture is determined by different elements of different places people live in. Culture can never really be def...

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