Making The Glocal Localized

There is something beautiful happening in terms of the African renaissance globally.

Amongst many other reasons, the growing population of African diaspora is enabling Africa’s music, art and culture to be amplified in ways unimaginable to our parents and grandparents even merely 20 years ago. One doesn’t have to look to far with Hollywood films such as Black Panther and Beyoncé’s recently released album “The Lion King: The Gift” to show the contribution Africa is making in shaping global culture.

But what happens to a continent when we wash away its trauma to focus merely on what it can do for others rather than what has been done to it? How do we embrace the peaks we are now reaching if we cannot discuss and heal from the traumas of our past? Continue reading Making The Glocal Localized

In Search of Our Mothers Gardens: Womanist Prose by Alice Walker

I don’t know if I was looking for something in particular when I began reading this book of essays. I had previously been introduced to the creative work of Alice Walker through her book, The Color Purple but landed upon this text when attempting to curate an African feminist syllabus. Little did I know then that as the title of the book suggests, I too would find my literary mother’s garden in the intellectual work of Alice Walker. Going through each essay, I felt like I was communing with my mother,not as a girl or daughter though those two remain to be true but more so as one woman to another about what it means to live a conscientious life in 2019. Tayari Jones in the book An American Marriage perhaps best describes what happened between Zora and me, “Something shadowy and female happened between them, as mysterious and primal as witches brew.” Continue reading In Search of Our Mothers Gardens: Womanist Prose by Alice Walker

Too Early For Birds: The Brazen Edition

What do you remember?

As a Historian, a lot of my scholarly work is dictated by the need to remember. To remember the what, the how, the why and more importantly the who. The sad part about history is that more often than not, it is the conqueror’s history that we are made to remember. And this his-tory is often that of the man. But where do the other stories go?

Before watching this play, I had not quite conceived of what it would be like to displace our toxically patriarchal anecdotes of the making of our nation. How do you narrate the story of women when the people that publish their stories only believe in the gospel of men? But never doubt the power of art to do exactly that. So, a huge thanks to the entire team and cast of Too Early for Birds: The Brazen edition for doing exactly that. And a long overdue appreciation to the women we poured libation to. We honor you. And thank you for paving the way for us. Continue reading Too Early For Birds: The Brazen Edition

A Mind Decolonized

Part 1: Bi Anyisi…

If this book is considered to be a literary bible, I have a confession to make to whoever considers themselves a literary priest: the tongue of my mothers rolls more strangely out of me than that of my colonizer.

I am afraid that if this revolution is to happen, I will have no language to write in.

Part 2: To…

This book is those books you have on your to-read list. And if you consider yourself a seeker of wokeness , some time during your journey, you’ll hopefully get to read it. In my case, it called me on the shelf of one of my woman-friends. It demanded to be read by me and so I read it. (Well a semester later but who cares?)

This is those books that lie on your desks demanding to be read. And if you heed its call be prepared to reread and restart because the message is piercing but just like the Bible, sometimes, you are leading yourself into slumber-temptation in the name of dim lights, slow music and a glass of wine. Okay,maybe not the last but still, be warned!

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