Blood inheritance
published:
Sunday | June 15, 2008
Question: Who is your hero ?
Answer: Encoded deep in the fibres of the twisted double helix, resilience floods the veins and arteries of the African in the diaspora.
Fifty million were uprooted from their West African territories. One-third, endured the injustices and horrors of the 'Middle Passage'. Generations, physically and psychologically subjected to the brutal traumas of colonialism.
Yet today, the African in the Americas and the Caribbean persists. He lives and pursues life.
We are still here.
Buoyed by resilience, we survived slavery and political disenfranchisement. In time, we will overcome their sequels; neo-imperialism and oppressive white economic dominance.
Pierced by the arrows of illiteracy, unabated poverty, institutionalised prejudice, political abuse of trust, imbalanced development policies, we are wounded, distracted, hindered, but not defeated.
Resilience rises above the attempts to sabotage black pride, and we slowly learn to walk again in self-love.
Nations compete for short-lived accolades of military, economic and technological prowess. They are blind to the real source of power.
Hybrid New World cultures, steeped in African origins, fascinate and magnetise the world, discreetly invading, permeating, influencing, converting.
In time, Africa triumphs.
- Philippa Davies
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The soul keeper
Sarah woke up with a strange feeling.
A feeling of someone watching over her.
She sprang out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
After washing her face, she heard a voice saying,
"I am coming for you soon".
Sarah looked in the mirror and there he was,
All dressed in black.
He then said, "Let me offer you rest,
For your soul is under attack".
She smashed the mirror and cut her hand.
The wound was dressed with tissue
Supported by an elastic band.
Observing the tissue changing from white to red,
Sarah just can't seem to get this man out of her head.
With all hopes of getting high one last time,
She finally took a dose that blew her mind.
From the window he emerged,
Looking at Sarah prostrate on the floor.
Her soul was purged and taken though an open door.
- Ricardo Cole
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The Period of Growth
I strut in the shadows of emptiness
A soul now lost in time
The replica of love's faltered pride
Where innocence no longer abides
While blind eyes make our choices still
And pain and doubt defiles
Hope dwindles in the summer's tides
And truth is made of lies
A time where faith and fortitude
Slowly withers from existence
Writing songs of poor choices made
That echo in the distance
Yet once again love will come
And steal what's left of joy
And a heart will awaken to reality
The heart not of a boy.
- Marlon Delano Richards
Always love you
To love someone with all my heart
Throwing caution to the wind for the one in my thoughts
Knowing that I'll always be where I should be
In love with you as you're all I need
So many reasons to love your smile
As they so often run through my mind
At times when I miss you my heart feels weak
Moments of loneliness everything but sweet
Lonely heart beats missing your touch
Hungering for the love I cherish so much
To cherish each moment I spend with you
Being blessed with smiles and having dreams come true