| | Alaafia my beautiful Afrikan family! Peace and Blessings to you all!
I was doing a bit of work and as usual listening to my
trusty stereo, which allows soulful melodies to inspire me. Music is not only my inspiration, it has a very calming effect and keeps me focused. I’m always on the move, so music and writing are constants in my life. But it was not until recently that I was even moved to continue the writing aspects of my life. I thank all of you for your kind words on my restoration and those who let me now they missed my teachings. I’m going to try to fit it in my very busy schedule.
Understand as a Princess and someone who is actively involved in birthing a new black nation, leading us all home where we belong, and taking a hands on approach to the issues we face at home and specifically the Kingdom of my father the Oba of Ketou, along with another of my ancestral villages, a Princess is tired! Dang, that was a mouthful! But know this, I’m not too tired to teach on anything black. Who gave me this authority some might ask. Olodumare, our Creator did when I knelt before him to seal my destiny before returning to this realm of existence. The reunification of all of the children of Oduduwa was the promise I made to Olodumare and the ancestors. I promised that I would right horrific wrongs done to us, while helping us to come together as a people.
You all know I am a traditional Afrikan descended woman, who believes the 500 year estrangement between the Black Man and Woman should end. Notwithstanding our obvious differences, I am of the firm belief that we can reunite and move on to build our new nation. First, we must understand how we got to this place and space in time. Being a repatriate, I am blessed to be able to see that my observations on what has happened to our relationships are indeed true and can be rectified, that is, if we are willing to work on the issue.
At home, I see relationships between our people, although most certainly not without their own issues, actually function for the good of the family and not one individual. I also see functional afrikan families, which leads me to think that black family dysfunction is actually based upon personal dysfunction. But that’s another story for another day. I want Black relationships all over the world to work, but we have to internalize the fact that we are indeed estranged and understand how it happened. Who toppled the black woman from her perch and throne? Who demeaned and humiliated our clan heads and left them no kingdoms in which to rule? Who left us all feeling less than human? Who tore us apart? Who ever told us that this is a war that we could win
individually?
We cannot win the war waged against the black man separately; we must stand together, back to back and take no prisoners! We are obliged to understand the foundational issues that separated us in the first place. Understand those questions and you have begun the process of healing. My work is geared to this end.
There are times when I get frustrated with my people, but for the most part, I believe what we all want as a nation is for the Black Man and the Black Woman to be able to speak to one another, to begin love affairs with one another. I’m not talking about our warped western kind of love. I am talking about deep, soul love that you have for your brothers and sisters. Until we can heal in our soul of souls, there can be no reunification of the black man and woman, much less the global afrikan family.
Gil Scott Heron is a brilliant man, with an awesome command of words and understanding of what is wrong with our black planet. His song “Better Days Ahead” has touched me and moved me to continue to do the work I do, on either side of the water now. I know this song has touched me in places and spaces
that have not seen the light of day in this lifetime. I look at all
the Black Men in my world with new eyes, different
eyes, and respectful eyes. They have had it rough and we have not helped Sistahs!
My Sistahs, with them at the helm, Kings of their own
Kingdoms, they can, with our assistance, lead us to
better days ahead. This is what is traditional for
Afrikans and these are the ways to which we should
return. My own Sankofa journey has taken me to the ways of our ancestors. I didn’t only “fetch” those ways, I now live those ways.
My beautiful Black Sistahs, honor your Black Man, you, the Black
Woman, is what he needs to understand this insanity into which we were born. You are what he needs to get him through this this maze called life on the black planet. You are what he needs to get free from this hell/jail called amerikka.
My message today comes from none other than Baba Gil
Scott Heron and moves me to continue to work. Internalize the words. Find the song if you can. The next time you want to demand respect from your brother, respect yourself first and then remember, he did not declare war on you. War was declared on him by the oyinbos. Don’t buy their madness. Their madness has become our death industry.
The song is "Better Days Ahead"
"And now it's time
To gather all the things we need to fly
To better days ahead
Just wave good-bye
We've better things to do you and I
In better days ahead
Just take my hand
You're what I need to understand
For better days ahead
With you I can stand
As long as you respect me as your Man
There's better days ahead
Yes, comin on…"
And they are “comin’ on” if I have my way.
Blessings All!
Your humble servant,
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