Posts archive for: 4 November, 2007
  • Carnival!

    Night of sweet sounds
    draped with light
    Carnival fete has come with that
    Nothing to do with Halloween
    We beat and dance
    rising into a trance

    Colours everywhere,
    decorating the scenes of
    Elation, libation
    celebration and giration
    and the spirits rise
    with blood red eyes
    swimming in the shaking sea

    Seas full of chant
    waves of follies of love
    of new births and giggles
    A chain of force
    of spirit of a mystic folk

    And the drum beat
    charms the Night,
    and She gives light with her Moon
    and writes our song
    we shine beneath her shawl

    We come to seek peace
    and solace at the river
    of forgetfulness.
    Bathe in the thorough
    bossom of mama Africa

    Here in the rhythm of Her heart
    we collect souls
    in the palm of an outstretched hand
    that hearkens to the distant land
    from whence we came-
    we quench empty parts
    with festivity
    We convalesce with Carnival.

  • Art (knowledge) Is Long, Life Brief

    ars longa vita brevis
    find knowledge while there is time
    consciousness is borrowed
    from Ancient Egyptians
    but not given credit
    then we are taught how to reference
    correctly, appropriate, fair

    Attribution opens the road
    to admission, of what was done
    of what was taken, freely, violently.
    Names, memories, lineages, gods and godesses
    all erased, jettissoned like so many
    in the cold bowels of the ocean

    Once they formed armies to steal
    knowledge and civilization
    from Alexandria,Thebes.
    Then they captured us
    and erased name and attribution
    altogether with an attempt at our dignity.
    No, they are not confused on what to do
    steal or erase, it is still a crime;
    one against humanity and decency
    what will it be then in future
    will we pay to have a story of
    middle passage and African ancestors
    served on the absolute bedrock of DNA?

    Name is Name, Origin is Origin
    stealing, erasing or conniving
    won't change our minds.
    We shall still seek whence
    we come from, for the times are ripe
    to discover where we ought to be going

  • Children Of Light

    We greet through this prism
    Splitting light
    into hues of wisdom
    See you through your third eye
    Mine too
    Minds fused
    Burning bright into colleective dreams...
    We link still
    in the backdrop of the beats
    of Ancestral hearts...
    We compare tribal marks
    and stinging scars-
    and we heal in the space
    between pain
    and laughter
    we are the champions of ever after
    flickering forces
    building elastic potential
    in the unknown shadows of Babylon
    sculpting victory from unlikely dust
    and light slips in
    we see each other,
    another, and another-
    armies assembled
    and Consciousness revealed.

  • In The Cold Eye Of Hurricane Noel

    Today we mourn the unfortunate souls who lost their lives in Nature's course, in the belly of Noel in the tumultuous Caribbean sea. Every year, the Caribbean basin and her eminent inhabitants must cope with the inevitability of hurricanes. This is the lot of Caribbean peoples, and they can only hope to minimise their loss of life in the face of something much more powerful than us all. But Noel, a category 1 storm which might have been considered relatively minor on the scale of possibilities, has devastated the Caribbean with all too much loss of life. It has exposed in its giant upheaval the fact that many Caribbean nations are still ill-prepared for disaster. Indeed, this is a feat that appears from the persisting images of hurricane Katrina to be too difficult even for the magnanimous USA. But in New Orleans, as in the Caribbean, the nagging issue of poverty remains the prominent underlying cause of unnecessary loss of life in the face of uncontrolable natural disaster. How can our people ever develop, faced with the obstacles of Nature and oppressive man-made class system alike?

    It seems that the scourge of water and wind will never cease to threaten the very lives of those in the winward islands and above. Getting back on our feet every time is like having to give birth every nignt months, non-stop, sometimes of twin or triplet mighty storms. This time through we are told that less than 200 have so far lost their lives to Noel, in the Dominican Republic, Haiti, Cuba, The Bahamas and Jamaica. The others have been spared this time, but until when? Can we organise our preparedness to Nature's wrath? Are our governments in a position to shelter their citizens from the cold wet breath of Nature? Should it be a free-market in protection measures offered to citizens in one country, meaning that if you are rich, you are more likely to survive than if poor in the same conditions? That, surely would appear seriously unfair!

    However, this is today's unfortunate sociopolitical reality. Perhaps the boldest demonstration of the wealth disparity in disaster relief is in the recent fires in California. Watch carefully the rapid response time by both state and federal agencies to the hazes in the affluent California hills, and compare that to the slow and entirely inadequate responses to hurricane Katrina in New Orleans. In this light, the recent onslaught of aberrant weather behaviour has arguably had the effect of unsheathing the stark realities of life: that the poor are treated with disregard by the system while the rich oligarchs who feed off of and corrupt the system are given first class service. Capitalism is unique as a philosophy in its cynical propensity to reward cannibalism and amoralism. War and natural disaster have therefore disclosed the badly kept secret that the hypocritical Eurocentric so-called Enlightened ones didn't want us to know: that this system is not designed to serve us in or out of disastrous times.

    As Afrikans, we have faced the fires of the treachery of men for centuries, we have fallen to the weaponry and tactics of so many repressive armies of oppressors, yet cannot save our own children from the regular purge of the hurricane. Is this beyond our capacity for self-perpetuation to rise against factions and politrics and feed the people, clothe the people, shield the people? Aid will once more pour down on us like a great river of hope; already Canada has offered $500,000 for the immediate damages caused in the Dominican Republic and Haiti. There, in Nova Scotia they are quietly and securely waiting in their cottages the strong winds that will come to them from a spent Noel. Do they care more about our children then we do ourselves? Do they have an interest in seeing us on our knees every time wind come? Be it as it may, liberty is seldom found in the curious and searching eye of the hurricane.

    The battle goes on

    The Dread Team

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