March 2012
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Sea Child
I heard laughter in his steps Even when I saw the tears in his eyes You still could hear a laughter as He walked by, joy spilling out of him He had that smile You know the one that stretch your heart open before You can say no I tell you he really could open his face, his hands and his feet There was little doubt that God was singing And probably dancing too when He put him...
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“Nobody spoke well of the Fanti as imperial subjects: and that included Fantis...”
– Quote from Ama Ata Aidoo’s short story, Male-ing Names in the Sun, as she explains the Fantis and their defiance towards their colonial masters. (via dynamicafrica)
She’s one of my favorite African writers.
February 2012
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Why our hype can harm: Congo edition →
b-sama:
Simple stories make for very effective advocacy. The problem with simple narratives, arise, however, when they drive simple-headed policy.
Severine Autesserre takes aim at the Enough project and other activists in a thoughtful new paper:
The dominant narratives have oriented international programmes on the ground toward three main goals – regulating trade of minerals, providing care...
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Watchb-sama:
Most celebrated among these at this year’s Berlinale is Kim Nguyen’s “Rebelle” (War Witch), for which the young 14-year old Congolese star, Rachel Mwanza, won Best Actress at the festival.It is described as neither simple, nor sensation, a heartfelt story from the straightforward viewpoint of its young heroine, Komona, who is abducted from her village to become a child soldier. Filmed in...
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“What sick ridiculous puppets we are / and what gross little stage we dance on /...”
– Se7en (1995), One of the best movies of all time
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Garde à vous!
Boots are not allowed on holy grounds.
I see them marching, marching, and marching
They greenhouse these sticky, smelly feet
That beg and seek and knock for open air.
A little bit of wind, a little bit of dust.
To hear the Earth moan as they step on Her.
To be able to pick the longest grass
Between Big toe and biggie toe.
Slowly rising it, a sacrifice unto the Lord
Unholy smell,...
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“We have to create. It is the only thing louder than destruction.”
– Andrea Gibson (via catchafirefly)
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stephmysmile:
Akala
Find No Enemy
I have mad...
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“If you want a role model, pick one who is old so that by the time you grow up,...”
– Episode: Torpedo in Bob’s Burgers
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