Tag Archives: Africa

… open market

 

… before slaves became a commodity in the Western Hemisphere, African natives were enslaving and trading their neighbors, enemies, and criminals.

Unfortunately, on this side of the world and in many other places, until the start of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade in the 16th century, only modern-day native Africans knew there was a slave culture to behold. Not many people acknowledge there are stories, truths and lies, from before the first slave ships docked in the Caribbean and then South Carolina and Virginia that directly correlate with our own stories; accounts that are as much a piece of our history as Barack Obama becoming president.

Black History isn’t just about what transpired in colonial America and the United States, if it were it would be referred to as African-American History.

Our history goes well beyond ourselves and anyone we will ever encounter in this lifetime …

 

Market Value

 

trying to bypass the middlemen

in search of India’s luxuries

the Old World met New

and the Atlantic became the highway to Hell

 

seeds planted in the tropics

sprouted hope for mercantilism

 

the islands made power and capital

look promising

like

cotton + sugar + tobacco

and molasses + rum + strong brown bodies

(Black Gold)

 

the natives died

but the work had just begun

New World Economics

the Slave Coast – supply

LABOR – demand

 

nation states went to war

enslaving enemies

kings and merchants

selling beings and souls

for cloth and booze

and the almighty cowrie

 

sell or be sold

 

there was no hiding in the Jungle

the coastal outpost knew how to find them

if not, they were delivered

fresh to the factories

 

… awaiting export

 

the Middle Passage

dared them to survive the months below deck

the lucky ones reached the light

before the ship reached shore

kidnapped in vain

only a shadow of their existence

lingering in the corners of the hull

 

Maafa ­

 

the Mother Land traded slaves

long before the Americas called for any

prisoners of wars

hapless captives

but the Europeans created a monster

a relentless market

Africa was slowly

[then quickly]

bled of its human resources

its present

its past

and its future

 

 

 

 


… origins

… to go along with the above post … I was reading up on the Nile one day, which lead to Egypt and everything that goes along with the two,  and after envisioning one beautiful thing after the other—the river, its basin, the people, their history—I was compelled to write. I can’t remember the exact thoughts/ideas that sparked the process but it all came down to the belief that modern mankind originated in North Africa and how beautiful this notion truly is …

 

Of the Nile

 

Treat me as if your mother molded me
Of the delicate earth of the Nile
Into everything she ever was
And in the image of her ancestors
Everything they would want me to be
Warm as the Sahara
Strong as the cane
And soft as the cotton
Reaped and sowed
Of home’s sweet soil
Precious as a single raindrop
Fighting to not get lost
In the great Khamaseen
In the raging spiral of this world
Treat me as if I was birthed
Of the fertile banks of the Delta
Old Kingdom pharaohs’ blood
Etched through my veins
Painting pictures of greatness
Preserving stories of what was
As the pyramids graciously do
Feet mirror prints
Left in the Giza sand
By the once living dwellers
Of the Valley of the Kings
Treat me as if the New Kingdom
Began with and lived through us
For I am the Gift of the Nile
More so than the annual floods of past