I am trying to make quirky observations. Write
about the obvious and dismantle the importance of race. Some among me would see
me fail, as all they have is the skin on their backs to hold onto. Creating division, segregation and screaming of equality. How hypocritical and illogical it all seems to be to me?
Anthropology is such a rich subject but it lends itself to thoughts of superiority and inflammatory language of the elite. There is an ugly distance created by the viewer and what is being viewed. No interaction just observation and so it becomes one of the ugliest subjects imaginable.
The beauty of African Tradition and their Rituals is that
they are flexible. You can expand them, tweak them, bend them and change them
at a moments notice in order to accommodate those present at any time. It is like
Voodou itself, it is kind and generous to everybody. The West Africans belong to an
oral culture so nobody is tied up to some strict doctrine. (There are no Voodou
Fanatics or Voodou Extremists). The West Africans who were taken as slaves,
took with them these practices of honouring the world around them and their expert knowledge of nature.
They adapted these practices to suit their new environments. This it is power
of the Africa. This is her beauty and her strength. the flexibility to change
and evolve perfectly at a drop of a hat. The ability to survive and evolve. Perhaps and I'm going out on a limb here but just maybe this is what true freedom looks like.
The Great British weakness is their inability to be flexible,
which makes the society effectively static. This obstinacy cripples their ability
to evolve. I have been thinking about Remembrance Day, 11th November at 11.00
O'Clock the public are called to prayer. They observe a 2 minute silence and hang their
heads in quiet meditation, thinking about their military actions across the
globe. This is their Traditional British Ritual. They remember their War Dead and at 3
minutes past 11 they continue their killings abroad.
Here there is no flexibility. It is not a chance to change or apologize for their
brutality across the known world. It is cold and calculated as they wallow in the
blood or their dead and remember their murderous acts of War. The British inability to be flexible
means that they are incapable of taking responsibilities for their actions. Decidedly,
this makes Britain an immature and irresponsible Kingdom. What I am trying to achieve by pointing this out, is that Great
Britain is inferior to an African Society, because of it's uncompromising
ability to change. So we they stuck inside an archaic bubble that is not of their making and seen as unpatriotic if they don't observe these bizarre practices or
fail to adhered to the letter of the Law. In reality they pay little if any respect to their dead by
allowing others to follow in single file. This murder factory must stop and
a sense of global responsibility observed and the perpetrators, at the highest level, should be held to account.
Rethinking all that I have been taught and want to write
something out that will try to explain why African Art will shape tomorrow's world. African Art is not a performance by some Celebrity Artist, but more about
Traditions and Rituals. It is so difficult for African Artists to work within
the parameters of a Western notion of Art when the word "ART" simply doesn't exist on the
Continent. It is so difficult for Westerners to understand the complexities of
Tradition and Rituals that are practices on the
Continent of Africa because they don't conform to any dateline of time
frame. The West is dictated to by their rigid Traditions. We must kiss a girl or boy on
Valentines Day and send gifts and cards to support a greedy economy; most buy
into this nonsense. We are forced to take time off when Jesus was born at
Christmas and again send cards and gifts to support a greedy economy; most buy
into this nonsense. Everything in the West is structured and ordered, the
populations is required to be compliant, this is polar opposite to those in
Africa. Africa is far freer than the West as it's Celebrates life in a more
personal fashion, this is not only Liberating for the peoples of Africa but is
the glue that holds a healthy community together. The West has so much to learn
from African Art and this is the vacuum the West has created since the
beginning of the last Century.
Holding onto power via education. Censored by the idea of being qualified to write or not, what a load of nonsense. Although clearly the minority the world is shaped by the few and the majority are excluded. This idea that the minority are the majority is becoming outdated and soon the penny will drop and things will be shaped very differently in the future.
am thinking about the children being sent down the mines in Congo and
it reminds me of William Blake and the chimney sweeps of London Town and this week the Artists of Africa are exhibiting their artworks in the Capital. This is an ideal opportunity to draw attention to these humanitarian issues.
You send the
children because the adults are just too big to work in a space that
small...I understand, it is hardly your fault, these children have
nobody to parent them, so they become the victims of our Modernity.
Working for motoki, black-eyed beans or rice and warm sugary cups of tea. Some as young as six years old, wearing battered t-shirts marked with mud, and ripped shorts housing thin grubby knees and feet covered by tattered old stained plimsolls as they squeeze inside holes digging like moles for a dime size metal worth billions.Winners and losers I guess..
Somebody has to suffer so why not the
African orphans? Who will care for them in our visible world of maps, drones and
high spec cameras based in Outerspace, which can detect all kinds of
resources from all around the globe? The child miners are invisible
from us here, as we type on upgraded keyboards and thumbing up every
message written on smart phones....I wonder how many of these orphaned
children think our phones are smart? Capable of making them work like
dogs in confined spaces when they should be playing in safe open fields;
in parks and learning to ride on stabilized bicycles and swim in
chlorinated waters whilst making friends with other kids their age and
eating ice-creams? I guess...Not for them hey...This is a disgrace that
has not been sanctioned by the Users. It makes us criminals, guilty
of having no conscience. We need to resolve this yesterday, not today
and tomorrow it will just be too late. Wipe that blood off your hands #Apple#Vodaphone#Nokia#Samsung and I will wash my hands after typing out this poem. I feel sick being apart of this heartless Modernity.
Everyday News Sitting overdosing on pointless information. Anxiety at an all time high. Too stressed to leave the house for fear of not understanding my mobile on my return. They have upgraded me. I didn't ask
them to and what have I done to deserve this promotion? Checked my emails that are telling me I need to Link-In to this
Africa, that Africa, Afronauts on the moon want to connect and am I interested? I need to revise my thinking on Word for Windows, as it too, has been upgraded and would I like a new password as the old one is far too
"Open Sesame"..... My Apple is writing me notes. I haven't been
on iTunes enough so they are considering whether or not they want to keep me as one of their
loyal customers. My Kindle has given up on me even though it has a full battery. Amazon Pride is not being offered to
the likes of me. Ebay have blocked me for virtually
stealing one of their jokes. My Supermarket reward card has been cancelled and
all my points have been donated to those far more worthy than myself. My line
rental is all but expired and I am having serious doubts if I actually want to
continue at all..... Notes flying through my letterbox, indicating that I am some kind of moron for not switching my energy supplier. A handwritten letter thrown on my welcome
mat from a Church up the road, with the news saying that they are all praying for my soul this coming Sunday. Meals on wheels left me a message to get in
contact and would I like to feed the 5000 and some little fucker has pushed a plastic
bag through my window telling me to fill it up for some starving child in
Portugal... Little did they know, I have sent all my spare change to save an old
donkey in Brazil. Kofi Mensah, 10/10/2016