…I mean, we were, maybe, I don’t know girl after all I’m Creole on my mom side, got some Geechee in me too and Cherokee on my daddy’s. Plus you know the original Native Americans were black so some dem buckras got us from right here in da ‘mericas! Yea girl! Plus- where da slave ships at huh?! Where da slave ships! Haaaah! Girl, exactly, I ain’t no damn African.
…hol’ on gurl, let me call you back while I make this ngombo, my B yo, I mean gumbo.
I’m not African.
…let me make my ugali, oops I mean cornbread then ima hit chu right back.
I’m not African.
…come thru gurl, I just put some gomen wat on da stove. I mean ndunda…I mean some collards and mustards chile. I don’t know what’s wrong with my words today.
I’m not African.
…ayeeee dis my jaaaam gurl! *sways body, moves hips to the beat of the base*
I’m not African.
…gal! The Iwa’s caught me today chile! Ooo! Sorry, Lawd fo’ give me, I meant the Holy Ghost gurl!
I’m not African.
…wait, what? Huh? Girl of course, send me those babies right now girl! They’ll go into the system over my dead body!
I’m not African.
…gurl you bet c’mere and get you some dis kunde! Oh damn, my bad girl! I meant dese black eyed peas.
I’m not African.
…girl- I can’t belee he’s gone. I just got some Henny, I’ll meet you at the grave to pour some out.
I’m not an African.
…oh ee-e!!! I mean uh-uh!!
I am not African.
…gal come get you some dis jollof, I mean jambalaya.
I’m not African.
…you heard about that new griot- damn! I mean rapper girl. You hear about that new rapper?
I know girl, call me a lot of things, but I ain’t no damn African.
Buckras – Ole AAVE (African American Vernacular English) for white people. Variations of the word are/were spoken in African and the Carribean.
Ugali – Corn based fufu or dumpling used to pick up food, soak up juice of food while eating.
Ngombo – One way of refering to an okra based soup that was the basis for gumbo in the “new world”.
Gomen wat and ndunda – Ethiopian and Congolese dishes made usually with collard greens. Though the type of green may vary.
Iwa – Vodun spirits that inhabit people bodies and usually cause them to be overcome by the spirit i.e. dancing, speaking in tongues etc.
Kunde – Central and East African (I believe, but maybe other areas too) name for a black eyed peas dish.
Ee-e – means “no” in Igbo a language spoken primarily in Nigeria.
Jollof – West African dish made from seasoned rice. Looks similar to jambalaya…especially in Liberia (for obvious reasons).
Djeliba and Griot – Story tellers.
**Disclaimer, I am no linguist or anthropologist but my personal studies and interactions have led to my knowledge of the African words/dishes mentioned here and I believe them to be right. But feedback welcome if not.**
Shout out to Mary Ellen, Leona and Mae.
Actually, to all our ancestors formerly known as slaves.
For these hips that gave existence to the origins of life;
To these thighs that still sashay, even while carrying centuries of indescribable pain;
For these bodies that although beaten and raped are imbued with the resilience of souls of unimaginable strength;
For a culture that although indefinable managed to give millions of displaced Africans in America their place.
An identity between: after the Kingdoms, but before their scrambles.
From plantations and Maafa to being emulated by the world, down to Jambalaya and Gumbo, and Madam CJ's press n curl. All the niggers and negros through octoroons and mulattos;
A tribe-less people with a white man's last name.
I don't know what to call us, but I know who we are.
We're Margaret Sanger's worst nightmare;
We are the proud descendants of slaves;
Albeit with no nation, no name.
...and one day we'll find each other again.
Our newfound unity stronger than before.
No more ethnic differences or tribal wars.
No longer will your God's words make us question our own.
We'll find our resolve in centuries of suffering, our strength from ongoing pain
But this time, no guns, nor rum or affirmative action will ruse us away; we learned from their mistakes...
THEE REVOLUTION is near...though it probably will be televised or at least make it on a live feed or two.
I'm sure I'll be resting by then, when the revolution comes, me, Yeshua, Papa Legba, the Ancestors and then some.
So I'll pray for you now, just like you taught; I pray that OUR posterity knows the mercy and kindness that yours did not.
But do not mistake their mercy for weakness. Remember, your oppression was their teacher.
Y'all still remember Saint Domingue...right?
...I'll also pray that one day yours and mine can too be kin. And let us both pray y'all don't fuck this shit up...again.
For us students of Africa, the images of a military junta sitting in full uniform while declaring the incumbent President was no longer in power, invoked the image of Samuel Doe in 1980 and we were terrified for Zimbabwe.
There was, however, a crucial distinction from Zimbabwe's 2017 coup that was not a coup and the bloody military coup of Liberia that cast Samuel Doe into power. Zimbabwean military leader Maj. Gen. S.B. Moyo, upon seizing control of the State sponsored television channel, was adamant that this was NOT a coup and the military was not in control…however neither was Mugabe. But wasn’t it a coup?
As a French scholar, I’ve studied of the French language and culture for an intense academic period in America referred to as a mandatory high school foreign language class. So, because of the intense education of the French language and culture (plus being Creole on my maternal Grandmother’s side) I can tell you “coup” comes from “coup d’etat” which translates to “cut off the dead”-while the translation is correct I hoped y’all caught the intended sarcasm above. Though old world France brought this word in the political lexicon because Kings was literally getting they heads chopped off (American Negro syntax structure added for emphasis), in common parlance it means a top incumbent has been dethroned; usually violently.
Yet, almost unheard of in post-colonial Africa, this coup was not violent. In fact, it was literally bloodless (thank God, Allah, Yahweh, Papa Legba, the Ancestors and everyone else). But, the then President Robert Gabriel Mugabe was in fact dethroned after 37 years of brutal tyranny. So, for all intents and purposes, yes, this was a coup. But do we care? I mean of course we care, but should we be worried? Coups, especially in African tend to have a negative connotation. I actually learned about Zimbabwe’s coup, that was not a coup, in real-time from a brilliant friend of mine who is also Ethiopian and follows the politics of Africa closely; he and I were talking and he told me that trouble had once again befallen our beloved continent and conveyed that he was worried for the Zimbabwean people. I, having just finished reading a slew of books about Liberia, was terrified for our people in Zimbabwe too. However, Moyo successfully and peacefully figuratively beheaded a brutal dictator who was responsible for murdering his people brutally quelling dissent and tanking their economy for his personal gain. That’s a win, no?
I was confused, “...like-”, I thought to myself, “-isn’t Mugabe kind of a hero? Isn’t he the one that took land from colonial settlers of former Rhodesia and redistributed it to black Africans?” And I wasn’t necessarily incorrect. Mugabe was a key figure in liberating then Rhodesia (named after Cecil Rhodes who was a disgustingly racist white dude who colonized Africa and named the land that would come to be known as Zimbabwe after him). However, after acquiring power Mugabe began undertaking measures to ensure he would never lose it.
Securing his power manifested in one of his legacy’s most horrendous blemish: the massacres at Matabeleland.
Matabeleland is an area of Zimbabwe largely domiciled by Zimbabweans of the Ndbele tribe. This also happens to the tribe of someone Mugabe (a member of the Shona tribe) viewed as a threat, Joshua Nkomo, leader of an opposition party. While Mugabe more or less denies he ordered or even knew about these massacres the evidence indicates he explicitly ordered the thousands of Matabeleland’s residents to be killed and maimed. In January of 1983, Mugabe’s specially trained Fifth Bigrade allegedly committed atrocities against the people of Matabeleland that could rival the Revolutionary United Front (RUF) of Sierra Leone. This act was believed to be retribution for Nkomo trying to amass power and a warning to all Zimbabweans that Mugabe’s power was NOT to be challenged.
So, for 37 years Mugabe and his party ZANU-PF have gone essentially unchallenged. Until the morning of November 15th, 2017 when the Zimbabwean people and the world were politely informed Mugabe was no longer in power…but neither was the military. Remember? Moyo insisted this was not a coup. So, who was going to run Zimbabwe?
Emmerson Dambudzo Mnangagwa, former Vice President that had recently been kicked out of office, allegedly at the urging of Grace Mugabe, President Robert Mugabe’s wife.
Shortly after the coupless coup that Moyo called a “bloodless correction”, Mugabe resigned and Mnangagwa who was hiding in another country, returned to claim his throne. But is he the change Zimbabwe needs? Is this reform or a continuance of the current regime with a new leader? And how was this coup so damn bloodless? I mean kudos to them for that, but HOW?
Mnangagwa was and remains a member of Mugabe’s political party that has maintained power with him at the helm for 37 years. The ministers of Mugabe’s cabinet and military have benefitted handsomely under his rule. It actually seems that Mugabe’s land grab from white farmers was actually redistributed mainly (if not solely) to members of his military and cabinet. With Mugabe ageing, seemingly posturing his wife to succeed him and Mnangagwa being a long-time party member, I surmise the coup was successful because it was an inside job. This, I think, is the first thing that made the coup successful as it circumvented the factional warring usually found in the developing world’s civil wars. But it also leaves Zimbabwe ripe for a true civil uprising, especially as it seems Mnangagwa intends to carry out a system of governance akin to the Mugabe’s regime.
Moreover, the entire ZANU-PF party and military were definitely down with kicking out Mugabe and inserting Mnangagwa in his place. But this was because and only because Mnangagwa isn’t a treat to the current political structure that favored the extant ministers and high ranking military officials. In fact, one of Mnangagwa’s first acts was to reappoint Patrick Chinamasa to his Minister of Finance position and appoint Constantino Chiwenga, a military veteran, as one of his Vice Presidents. There are reports of more appointments of military officials who assisted with the coup.
Although it may not bring sweeping change, does any coup? Even America, which is claims revolutionary superiority over the world, essentially had a coup that implemented a system of governance remarkably familiar and remarkably different at the same time: old rich white dudes had power. …wowwww big change.
…but hey Donald Trump has appointed half is family and America is still standing, so I mean, maybe this won’t bar Zimbabwe from creating the necessary reforms to deflate the Zimbabwean currency, re-encourage foreign investment and, most importantly, put food and opportunity in the hands of everyday Zimbabweans.
It appears the key a bloodless coup is to make it an inside job that doesn’t upend the current political structure; but then, for us regular folks, what’s the point of coup if it doesn’t rush in change? But also, what’s the point of a coup if it’s leaves even one innocent dead body in its wake?
With so much negative news about Africa I felt this event should be highlighted in a way I wasn't seeing online. Black Africans strategically dethroned a brutal dictator, without violence and his successor seems to be making reforms to be better. That alone should be an accomplishment anywhere. So, congrats to Zimbabwe for doing the impossible. After tasting freedom, if only for a handful of days, I’m sure Zimbabweans won’t let Mnangagwa become Mugabe.
As I lay me down to sleep...I'm reminded of what a luxury that is.
Millions of black people will lie on the ground to sleep tonight. They'll sleep on boxes, they'll sleep on broken cement, they'll sleep on mud and many won't sleep at all.
They'll stay up to watch over their children, their parents, their husbands, their daughters, their wives their sons - those whose blood lines outlasted the Middle Passage, Slavery, THEE Revolution, world isolation, failed government after failed government, Duvalier, the American Occupation, 2010 and...Hurricane Matthew.
They'll watch over the few possessions they managed to save before nature, for all intents and purposes, betrayed them...yet again. They'll pray to the Saints of the Christians and to the Ancestors of Dahomey and Benin and they'll cry out like the Christ they pray to asking why have they been forsaken...yet again? What else do they have left to sacrifice for Salvation, for reprieve other than the very blood that barely suffices to sustain them? The skin that clings on to protect them? Their life? Is that what He wants?
That is the hypernormalized world we allow ourselves to live in; one where sleep is a luxury y'all, can you believe that? You are literally privileged to be able sleep! Sleep is a fucking luxury.
But be still. Because to know Haiti is to know pride and determination. To know Haiti, is to know hope. The nation, the people that fought until waters ran red with the blood of our oppressors, will rise again.
One day, Pearl of the Antilles will shine once again; shine so bright it reminds the entire diaspora of who we are, but this time our pearls belong to us.
L'Union Fait La Force
ThinkingNext aka as ThinkingNext2049 combines two important elements for me. The phrase “thinking next” and the number “2049” speaks to our goal of planning toward the future. I found myself critiquing and irritated by well-intentioned people who seem to always be applying salve to the pains of being black or brown and from the hood. Everyone seemed to be thinking in the now, no one was implementing solutions that focused on thinking next in a way I felt was most effective.
“2049” also reflects where the original desire to change the world started- my grandmother, Ada Mae’s front porch. The sanctuary and pain her house provided and housed now serve as my raison d’etre. In particular, helping those children whom society has already given up on.
So, after years of complaining-about gentrification, the penal system that strategically and intentionally oppresses our communities, those black folks from the hood that don’t give back, those people who come to the hood and plant some trees and then walk away feeling assuaged of their white guilt-I realized that my irritation could be better used toward my own plan of action; so here we are: ThinkingNext2049.
My aim here is to be some of the glue that catches those of us that unnoticeably fall through the cracks. Some of the ways my team and I achieve this are by engaging our communities to donate brand new books to local juvenile halls and schools, creating Q&A panels for local junior college students to speak with black and brown junior college alums who made it to grad school, initiating a “Beautify Oakland” project that focuses on planting flower beds and trees in Oakland parks...like the real Oakland that hasn’t been gentrified and thus forgotten. We have more projects in the distance and would also love to collaborate and hear from you all! Please slide into the DMs if you’re interested in connecting!