Month: December 2013

Obama’s speech honouring Madiba #MandelaMemorial

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I’m too lazy to give my own blow-by-blow tweet up dates so I’ll blog bits of the parts that mattered to me.

One of my highlights of the event thus far, excluding the part where the crowd ‘booed’ our current ignoramus president (Jacob Zuma), has to be American President Barack Obama’s speech.

He spoke after UN Secretary General Bon Ki Moon who, though his words were comforting and kind, failed to evoke much emotion from me, or those present at the FNB Stadium.

Imagine my joy when, while perusing through tons of tweets, I found that I could have and keep Obama’s speech!

He is such an amazing public speaker, and his speech writers are beyond genius. (Mind you, all this has nothing to do with his ability as the leader of the ‘Free World’.)

So when you match the dazzling words of hope and inspiration that his speech writers come up with and Obrezzy’s natural talent to hold a crowd together… and you get magic moments.

So, follow the link retweeted onto my time line by SA hottie, Collin Moss, to get the Obamanator’s full speech. 

Ok so the original link is way too long, so took the liberty of shortening it.

 
 
Enjoy! 🙂
 
 
 
 
 
 

“Get up, stand …

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“Get up, stand up, Stand up for your rights. Get up, stand up, Don’t give up the fight.”
― Bob Marley, Bob Marley – Legend

Kwa Xhosa

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Kwa Xhosa

No sight is more comforting than one like this… Especially when I find myself in this melting pot of cultures that is Joburg.

Words from His Imperial Majesty, Most High Selassie I Jah Rastafari!

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“There are many instances in my life where the belief in The Almighty and the Christian Faith have sustained me, times of troubles and difficulties. No matter what may befall a human being he can always succeed in overcoming it in time if he has the strength of faith and praise to God, for inevitably He comes to the assistance of those that believe in HIM and those that through their work live an exemplary life.
This goes not only for Christians in my view, but for all men. I think God communicates with those that find themselves in misfortune. In particular, when my country Ethiopia was invaded by aliens several years ago I was sustained in that period by my faith in God and in the abiding belief that justice, however it may take time, will ultimately prevail.
If I did not have faith in The Almighty and in His Righteousness and that justice inevitable prevails, then I would have lost hope and thus the interests of my country would have been ignored. Because I attempted to maintain my faith in HIM and because all Ethiopians maintained their faith in the ultimate goodness of the world and in the grand design that The Almighty has for all men in the world, we were able to victoriously re-enter our country and rid ourselves of evil forces.
If I did not have in my heart the love of God I don’t think I would have acted in a manner that I did. The love of God brings a sense of religiousness in a human being, it gives him comfort for the future and assurance that right cause will ultimately prevail.”

Emperor Haile Silasi
Emperor Haile Silasi

Emperor Haile Sellassie I the 1st.

It is this kind of faith  which wavers not for a man or demon, alien or pagan that sustains I. In and through the depths of my soul and spirit I believe that The Most High lives still in IinI ans in all Ites.

Jah bless one and all who live in faith.

Holy Emmanuel I Selassie I JAH RASTAFARI!

 

Dance in the darkness

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Yup! This is me “dancing in the dark’ throughout my life 🙂

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Today’s Daily Prompt asks, “What’s your learning style?”

I had a terrible time  zeroing in on a topic for my Masters thesis. I had so many ideas, all of which interested me, but most of which seemed overwhelming. Then one day my advisor rescued me from my self-imposed cognitive chaos when she said. “Anna, you’re trying to do a PhD. This is just a Masters degree.”

If “biting off more than you can chew” can be said to be a learning style, it would be mine.

kolbI have made the study of how people learn my life’s work. That makes it difficult to know where to start in responding to the question asked by today’s Daily Prompt. I could  get technical and tell you that on the Kolb Learning Style assessment I fall into the most extreme reaches of the “accommodating” quadrant. Which means I learn by doing, and I put…

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Nyame Ye Ohene: The Supremacy of God

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Nyame Ye Ohene: The Supremacy of God

I remember first hearing about Adinkra symbols from a friend. I’m certain who introduced me to the ancient West African symbolism, but I do remember that it came a t time when I was obsessively going through as many books authored by Africans as possible. (I still hope to build a respectable collection of books by Africans, so my daughter can have tangible references, other than her existence, into the meaning of life in Africa.)

Honestly though, I have an invested interest in the writings of Africans because I find myself an African, in Africa, who is submerged in so much Western tradition and culture that the truest sense of what being an African is, is lost to me.

The simplest task of tracing my lineage 100 years prior to my existence is as impossible as trying to find out who my great grand father was. Seeing as I am a product of a broken home, which broke long before I was even born, having a full understanding of my blood line has lead me to an understanding of I am, regardless of who was before I came along.

However, knowing who was, how they were, why they were would surely give clarity as to who I am and where I stand in the grand scheme of things… (And here I have the image of a giant tree with roots and branches that fan out into all sorts of directions. Each with its purpose and closely linked to the rest the tree from the point to which it stems from.)

And so in the many avenues I’ve been, where people who claim to have bits and pieces of information about my tree, I found sense in their ramblings. I don’t imagine that the world of oral history that once existed about my people (the Xhosa; ooRadebe, ooDlamini, ooTyani) has all made it into the stories that are now told about them during my time.

More than that, knowing where they stem from interests me more. In my mind, having that knowledge would be the best way top just cut passed the middle man…. Knowing that I should, and can, acknowledge the the first tribes people by name.

And according to some of the people I’ve spoken to, the first tribes people of all Xhosa people are West African. I’m inclined to believe this. From the many books I’ve read, pictures I’ve seen and stories I’ve been told, the cultural dress, rituals and traditions enjoyed by my people are fairly similar to those enjoyed by certain West African tribes.

This is why, more than the fact that it is African spiritual symbolism, the Adinkra symbols of West Africa have become a part of my spiritual identity. This one in particular communicates my sentiments on there being a God; a Soul of the Universe where all things living, all things emitting a vibration or frequency of life come from. In isiXhosa I would say ‘Ubungangasha beNkosi,’ The supremacy of God.

Indeed ‘they’ are supreme (the Most high is female and male, so ‘they’), and they forever will be to me. Much like the Asante people who decorated their homes and draped themselves in cloth with symbols such as this one, I will do the same (when I finally get my own house, God willing.)

But more than that, to permanently mark the importance of the Most High in my life, I will tattoo this symbol onto my body…. Still mulling it over though 🙂