Son Of Shango, Disciple Of Garvey

(This is the first poem I've written since my teen years, and more than likely, the last one I'll ever write again. Poetry is just a little too European for me!)

Iron held in bloodied hands
at last the deed is done
Enemies lay in crumpled heap
'neath unforgiving sun
The call to arms not of his choosing
his clan no longer would stand bruising
"Resist" he cried, "we'll not be losing
Of prisoners there'll be none!"

"Come brothers, sisters be not stale
Fall-in and take your place
For freedom shall… Continue

In an earlier blog post, I contend that Afrikans face not so much as corporeal extinction as they do cultural extinction. This may be so, but the former is still very much a possibility. Lack of knowledge of history in general and our history in particular, leaves us at a disadvantage when the importance of learning from and building upon one's history is concerned. Ignorance of our cultural heritage leaves us at a disadvantage with regards to the quality of spiritual, societal and economic expr… Continue

It is my opinion that our race faces not extinction in the corporeal sense, but rather cultural extinction. It should be apparent to all that Afrikans are capable of surviving the most cruelest of conditions. To a certain extent, some of our ancient past has managed to manifest itself in certain of our behavior, and societal and artistic expression. The true test will be not will we survive as humans, but will we survive as Afrikans. The extinction of our identity is a more likely eventuality th… Continue