Black to Black –                     by Steve Reid

My friend… my enemy

My partner… my competition

My hope… my despair

My lover… my conspiratress

My strength… my weakness

My vision… my cloud

My people… my loneliness

My joy… my pain

My heart… my dagger

My peace… my war

My rise… my fall

My beginning… my end

My land… my exclusion

My future… my history

By Ras Shango Baku

7th Feb 2017

Attended Professor Horace Campbell’s inauguration as Kwame Nkrumah Chair of African Studies at Ghana University. An impressive array of dignitaries: high-ranking university personnel, members of Parliament, foreign ambassadors, delegations of students from China and the UK alongside local undergrads, attended. Among them were program organizer, Professor Esi Sutherland, Samia Nkrumah, members of the arts and cultural elite, but not as many Rastafari as InI would have expected.

 

Campbell’s maiden speech focused on the need for reconstruction, transformation and unity for the future of Africa – which he said was integrally tied to the future of humanity. We need to utilize new technologies, he urged, harvested from primordial elements of village life, rather  than buy into the theory of linear western development, which would leave us lagging behind in the race to catch up with the mythical ‘First World’ and its death-dealing notions of progress.

We need a Green Wall to stop the encroachment of the Sahara and the ‘overheating’ of Africa leading to our self-incineration! Our search for water should focus on untapped resources – the lakes beneath Africa’s surface that could serve to refill our dwindling reserves and create transportation canals for home-grown produce, industry and linkage. Solar power and wind-farming could help us achieve the quantum leap that would revitalize Africa’s hopes, status, and regenerate our planetary future. Our attitudes to education, social equality, health, agriculture, diversity, should be transformed to fuel a new vision of Nkrumahism fitted to the 21st century. The University needed to become a key player in that process of transformation, providing the intellectual energy that would drive positive indigenous change.

Campbell’s delivery was measured, unhurried and expansive. Within it was a revolutionary message that rekindled the ideals of Pan African thought and action in the spirit of Nkrumah.  He was bold and invited us to reconsider Donald Trump’s motto: Make America Strong Again in the light of Make America White Again!  He referenced his recent work Global NATO and the Catastrophic Failure in Libya – a treatise on circumstances surrounding the political assassination of Quadafi by people and systems that were threatened by his Pan African agenda. He called on all present to support him in fulfilling the great task at hand, while giving specific respect to Rastafari and the importance of freeing ourselves from “mental slavery”.

Perhaps it was not what was expected of the third Occupant of this Chair, the first non-Ghanaian, non-‘African‘, to take up this prestigious position. At the end of his discourse a slightly shell-shocked audience slowly rose to its feet to acknowledge a new champion of Nkrumah’s legacy, with a lengthy and sustained ovation.

During the post-ceremony reception Horace Campbell, when asked by Rastafari, “How can we help?” responded warmly, “Let’s have a grounation.”

Forward!

(Shango Baku 8/2/17)

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Enslaved Woman  –      by Steve Reid

 

I breed workers for my master.

I breed for my master.

I breed for the strongest in the yard.

I breed…  it’s hard.

 

I cook for my mistress.

I scrub my mistress.

I nurse for my mistress.

I am raped for my mistress.

 

I can’t love my children.

I have no children.

I have no man.

I can’t love a man.

 

I have no god, my god is dead.

I have no friends, my friends are dead.

I have no hope, my hope is dead.

I have no peace, my peace is dead.

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Speightstown

The Pain       –       by Steve Reid

I cannot be a Man.

He takes you and I must let him.

Keep smiling for my master lest I am banished.

What’s worst?

Wanting to love you as an African man would, should? But can’t.

Sharing you with the scalded skin animal.

Or living, serving, these beast.

Where can I run?

Who can I run to?

Should I too be lustful towards our young maidens?

The values I remember from my land afar are counted as zero.

Oh the pain.

The tormenting pain.

My mind is slain.

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Queen           –              by Steve Reid

I can’t stop trembling.

Captured, bounded, dragged.

Rawness, blood, shrills.

She and her swollen belly thrown to wide waters.

I bleed, yet the beast is upon me.

Laughter, ridicule, my scorn… no ease,

uwā, uwā, uwā.

Man child gouge them eyes.

Sold! Sold?

The beast is upon me… again

What am I?

I want to be… I was… Queen

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The Hon. Minister
Ministry of the Interior
P.O. Box M42
Accra, Ghana
Dear Sir
On behalf of the Caribbean Rastafari Organisation(CRO) and I daresay many Pan- African colleagues in this Caribbean region,we convey our congratulations and heartfelt appreciation of your government’s signing of the Diasporan Citizenship Act on 28th December,2016, thus heralding a new era of re-connection and collaboration between ‘ Africans at home and abroad’.
Many of us, especially from the Rastafari communities, who have been supportive of the call for Repatriation with Reparations over the years, are now witnessing a significant action by Ghana in facilitating the ‘welcomed return’ of your sons and daughters from the diaspora. Give thanks and praises.
Yours faithfully
Iral Jabari (Carl Talma)
Co-Chair – Caribbean Rastafari Organisation (CRO)