Am an African not because I was born in africa, but because Africa was born in me.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

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Me and my flaws flew into 2011- All 4 gazillion of them and while there are definitely some things I hope to get a better grip on this new year, perhaps the biggest one is giving myself a bit more credit, and stop being so hard on myself about perfection... Don't get me wrong: I have every intention of blogging more often this year. . ., and I'm even cooking up some worthwhile stories to give some of my goals some context. But I also want to kick my worst critic to the curb. That small voice that tells me I'll never be good enough. Am ready for 2011.... Bring it on!!!!

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Coming in full circle with ''The Alchemist''

So I just finished reading 'The Alchemist' by Paulo colho what an incredibly gifted writer I was in absolute AWE through out the entire book. Such a spirit. One to mirrior my own. It had me thinking about how our pursuit of riches has blinded us to our immense capabilities as human beings. We could all inspire like this, we could all be greater than what daily propaganda proposes. When You die what will be painted on the walls? What quotes will they pull from your repertoire? What will you be remembered for? The Alchemist opened me up to how really beautiful life can be when one decides to live freely and not imprison themselves with norms. I truly now believe in destiny. I believe in my own destiny which is being the best person I can be right now, on earth, in Zambia, as a man who as been given a talent to write so others can forgive themselves. The the main character in the book was fortunate to have a parent who was very supportive in his son's independence in thought and the way he chose to live his life. I hope one day when I have children of my own I can impart the same sense of independence in them, and let them live their lives according to what they will percieve is right let them make their own mistakes and hopfuly they grow from them. The truth is there is always a chance for self reflection in every moment, in every breath, there is also a chance to learn. I would love say thank you to my very good, good friend 'Adara' for sending me this book for my 19th birthday what a gift priceless, it honesty couldn't have come at a better time in my life.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Where is the LOVE??????

Gone are the days when it took a village to raise a CHILD. . . . But rather today communities believe bad kids are has a result of bad parenting. Gone are the days when I could knock on a neighbor's door at any hour when I run out of salt, with confidence that the door would be wide opened and the salt granted. Oh gone are the days when we would walk to our friends homes to find out how they were really doing. . . Instead we would rather facebook them, then act like we just got the shock of our lives when we find out the person we facebook yesterday and told us they were okay just killed themselves. Long gone are the days when someone else's pain mattered enough to us, that we could put our own lives on hold to be there for them. . . But today the 'ONE MAN 4 HIMSELF' policy does seem apply to everyone. I can only wonder what our Ancestors are thinking. . . What happend to community values?. And am certain if God didnt what us to depend on each other for support he would have put each one of us on different islands.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Words of wisdom to my three month old niece 'Kim'

Dear Kimberly . . . . . . . . one day when you grow older you are going to feel pressured to be a certain size,color,hight and have a particular type of hair in order to fit the societal norm of beauty, the pressure is going to come from many sources. . .be it from looking at other girls on television and fashion magazines and more often than not you are going to get rude comments weather from an old man at a taxi rank , boys on street corners or even from other women,because sadly enough we live in a world that values form over substance . But you my dear,don't have to subscribe or confrom to any of the above stereotypes ... Because I want you to accept every part of your body and embrace it along with every flaw because your body is a a miraculous gift of ancestry. Its true that almost every woman has an issue with some part of their body(this is between us we men have issues with our bodies too) be it the size of their breasts, tummy, hips and sometimes even the shade of their skin, but remember that your body is a mechine thats pron to constant change as you grow and make your initation into womanhood. I want you to know that every last detail on you face and body belongs there, and those features you don't like show your best talents and tell the world who you really are. As clich├Ęd as it may sound "beauty really does start from within yourself" and if you have negative thoughts about yourself they will most certainly show up behind those fashion labels and layers of make up,so rather focus on your positive attritbutes. You body shape and size has a place in this world there is no written rule that says we should all look the same and no one has the right to dictate how you should look imagine if we all looked the same? The world would surely be a lot less interesting because diversity is what makes you beautiful . . . . . and above all when anyone makes you feel unworthy to be here be it your boyfriend, husband or whoever don't believe that lie because just being born in its self makes you more than worthy to be here and you have nothing to prove. .......... With luv yo Uncal.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

"So when are you getting married????" (the inevitable question)



I have been thinking a lot about how most African cultures (Zambia in particular) value marriage at an extent were it's almost sickening, for women it's even more shocking how much pressure they face when they reach a certain age, from endless wedding invitations, to cousins and friends your age getting married and having babies and of course those inquisitive aunts at family gatherings who think you shouldn't be single and childless in your thirties. Because to them a woman is marriage and popping out babies, and if you try to walk away from the norm it doesn't go down well with most African families. I have heard of some women who after finding a man call home to their mothers to announce they've found a job! (Okay I will save that story for another day). But our culture and those down right irritating aunts need to come to terms with the paradox of our time, and the paradox of our time is that we have more and more women deciding to be single mothers...despite the world labeling their kids as illegitimate because their mother isn't married,and the word 'wedlock' is soon becoming outdated because of these new breeds of 'yummy mummies'. Today we have more men and women deciding to live together without marriage commitments written on their foreheads (think Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, okay maybe without that football team they've going on there) while other women and men have decided to weigh their options by putting marriage on hold and go after their careers. Cause marriage is well good but at the end of the day; it doesn't have to tie you down and define you. MARRIED OR NOT OUR PATHS ARE DIFFERENT NOT ALL OF US HAVE TO GET MARRIED...TO PROVE A POINT. So next time that aunt asks you, "When  are you getting married?" Look them in the eye and say, "Do you have anyone in mind?"  Hahahaha.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

'Carnival Of Guilt'


I was greeted well
enough at the door,
handing my ticket to the clown.
I saw attractions by the score,
still, none seemed
to slow me down.

I heard laughter
all around me,
yet, I felt a silent jeer.
No, it didn't take me
long to see I was
not welcome here.

Heads were turning,
eyes were burning.
Suddenly all laughs
were gone.
Only silent glares
and my stomach churning
my repulsed fear
pushed me on.

I walked faster,
yet so did they.
What this horde wanted,
I didn't know.
Running to the nearest
door on my way,
I found myself at
 "The Freak Show".

Sneaking backstage,
in hopes to hide,
I saw a two-headed man
in a fight against himself,
each head taking a side,
and neither side was right.

Both looked at me,
without words being said,
each pointing their
given hand to a door,
smiling as if somehow
my thoughts they read.
They knew what
I was here for.

Walking inside
with what I saw
Thought, defunct,
my human eyes.
Though inside I was
struck with awe,
I tried not
to show surprise.

A four-legged woman
walking with a man
who had no legs at all,
Living, loving,
laughing and talking.
As if he stood ten feet tall.

A bearded lady singing,
soft in tone,
to a man with two noses,
so skinny he looked
made of bone.
In the mirror,
practicing poses.

I stood  amazed,
at the shapes he took
as my misdirected
thoughts ran.
It seemed he could
make himself to look
like anything but
a "normal" man.

As if sensing my
questioning mind,
a boy approached
beginning to speak.
Saying, "Stay, safely,
here awhile, you will find
the answers that you seek."

I looked down seeing
each arm without a hand
but pincers like a
lobster instead.
He said, "There's things
the world won't
understand,
that can be grasped
here, full-fled."

He gestured to a
snake-skinned man,
and said, "Beauty truly is
in the eye, viewed by
the world, a charlatan,
won't you give the
magic mirror a try."

So I stepped over
and took my view,
behold a man without a face.
It was suddenly so clear,
I knew I had finally
found my place.

And every night people
stop to just stare
and maybe we raise
their self esteem.
Some people pity us
thinking it's not fair,
some think we're just
here to scheme.

But I recall the other side,
I know what leads you
to jeer and jolt,
and what you see as
"The Freak Show"
is just your carnival of guilt. . . .

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

'AM SORRY' An open letter to my ANCESTORS.

Am SORRY . . . . . . for the times I constantly felt unworthy because of my race the times I blamed my own skin color for things I couldn't do . . . . SORRY for the times I tried to run away from my own race when in fact I was only running away from that which I was . . . . SORRY for the many times I smeared skin bleaching creams all over my body to be lighter, in order to feel more beautiful and less black . . . . SORRY for the many many many times have blamed slaverly for almost everything under the sun . . . . . SORRY for the times I believed the lie that I don't deserve greatness,that I would never find blessings because of my race. With that said I would love to say, THANK. . . . To everyone who ever existed before me, all my ancestors who are alive and well inside of me because thats where they truly belong . . . . Maybe I should be slaughtering a cow right about now to honour this moment :-) because today my DNA says that I am Bemba,black race, a writer, a non-conformist,a freespirt, a lion, a poet, a fighter, a son of the soil, a friend, a brother, a protector and I come from a people who have re-defined the strength of a human being...And this is where I BELONG.