Sunday, February 21, 2010

WREAKING OF THE LANDS



Africa is a continent that as a whole is rich and copious with minerals and a multitude of other natural resources. Unfortunately, there are numerous regions where the indigenous people are seeing their farm lands spoiled by numerous trans-national corporations. The people are led to believe that the agribusiness taking place on their lands will yield them an abundance of crops along with greater farming and agricultural capabilities. Mean while, these regions’ political/government leaders and various militia forces are lining their pockets with money from these corporations as the richness of the people's lands are depleted, spoiled and rendered inadequate and incapable of producing anything.

With that being said, I will acknowledge that there are a number of not for profit groups and organizations scattered sporadically across the more devastated areas in Africa where famine and food deprivation are rampant. These groups work diligently alongside the indigenous people in an effort to guide and assist them in rediscovering how to regenerate the viability of their land and soil so that they may promote, cultivate, nurture, and produce sustainable crop levels. Not surprisingly though, you have many corporations throughout these devastated regions that are there under the guise of teaching the indigenous people how to cultivate and achieve healthy harvests from their lands.

For more than 10,000 years, Africa has yielded limited arable soil, (land that can be used for growing crops), the indigenous people learned and adapted to living in tune with nature, as a great majority are taught this virtually from the womb; and never taking from the land more than needed to survive. Entire corporations and multinationals aren’t needed to move in and set up industry, utilizing critically needed land and resources to simply demonstrate and explain ‘how’ to achieve agricultural success. In fact, their presence in many regions is doing more damage to the land than they are good and producing little to no results except to devastate the already fragile soils. This makes one wonder what the true motivations are for big business to be so visibly present in Africa as they openly exploit the lands, resources and desperation of the people who in the end, gain nothing economically from these ventures and are usually left with the residuals of reaped and exhausted territories.

We’re all familiar with the most controversial motive driven by the planets most precious gem, diamonds. In addition to diamonds, Africa is also rich with coal, gold, uranium, steal, platinum, copper, alongside a wealth of other strategic minerals. Over the past several years, China has been a one country wrecking machine, wreaking havoc in search of black gold, yes, oil and petroleum; to meet its country’s growing demand for fuel. However, for centuries, western countries make up the bulk of those who are pillaging Africa’s lands in the pursuit of whatever resources, natural or otherwise, that they can get their hands on to turn a profit.

Here’s an excerpt from an article written by Joe DeCapua on the African Executive website: Corporate Council on Africa, CEO Stephan Hayes, describes Africa as a "booming business opportunity." He says the upcoming summit will allow US companies to see the continent as an "essential asset across many business sectors."

Family, to that I ask, when has there not been a time when the West hasn’t pillaged the richness, abundance, and prosperity of others; especially the Original Lands?


Peace, Love, And, TRUTH Always, Khadijah

Here are a few of the dozens of websites that I visited while exploring this issue.

1A) http://www.economist.com/debate/days/view/465
1E) http://www.economist.com/debate/days/view/465
2) http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/politics/african-bioresources-exploited-by-west-466824.html
3) http://www.africa-agribiz-ppp.com/news/article.asp?article_id=388
4) http://www.africanexecutive.com/modules/magazine/articles.php?article=2842
5) http://maps.grida.no/go/graphic/current_and_potential_arable_land_use_in_africa

Thursday, January 21, 2010

EBONY KING

Wars with great valor for the subsistence of your nation,
For their dignity, collectivity, identity reformation.

Shaped in prominence by the Creator who sits Most High,
Leading knights' endeavors, those with wounded pride.

Such a valiant warrior, your march confident; revered,
Eyes ablaze with knowledge, bestowed by The Most Feared.

Through debasing and brutality of his people, who were wronged,
Through shackles. Genocides. Slavery, you stand strong.

Through degradation, lynchings and malevolent commissions,
Through deceit and mendacity of which you thwarted the fruition.

For your commitment to your roots and the courage that you bring,
A tribute, my fearless warrior, my Proud Ebony King.

In honor, faith and wisdom, throughout time you have grown,
Come claim you rightful place, my Black King upon his throne.

Your Ebony Queen awaits you.......

THE QUEEN

Your womb impels the gifts of the prophets,
hearts of the combatants have reckoned your show of resolve
and great kings of grand nations across the beginning of creation have sought your guidance.
Your strength revealed through the ebony gaze of prospect upon your countenance.
The anguish and probabilities of the masses lumber your soul as you've nurtured and
sustained the seeds of your people in obedience to your SELF. The CREATOR.
Your exquisiteness crested by an unsullied halo of no subsist replica; a natural, absolute
sphere of beauty surrounding you.
SELF created you foremost to all mothers, to all Queens. The First Queen, the Alpha Centauri,
who sits amongst the heavens, your nimbus illuminating the brightest, The Queen, THE Original Queen.

KNOWING WHAT I WAS TOLD NOT TO

(I am a big fan of great Poets of the past, such as Langston Hughes and Gwendolyn Brooks and those who continue on in their work and in our struggle, such as Maya Angelou and my particular favorite, Nikki Giovanni, who's various styles of writing and sentence structure was and is pure perfection in its simplicity. This is my ode to her great style. Peace and Love)

gaze no longer shaded as my heart and mind ascends
as I move closer to perfection
closer to love
closer to knowing what I was told not to
when I went outside that ole sun swept me up
wrested me away to sway in its warmth
my mind ablaze
I glow knowing what I was told not to
and oh that mountain that I climbed welcomed me
now I see all the heavens from where I stand
I do not fall off
I'm high knowing what I was told not to
I went to all the seas and plunged myself into its purities
absorbing its fluid purpose to sustain the existents
my heart swimming
I'm drenched knowing what I was not to
forced to stand before the cotton fields, with gunnysack in hand
breathing deeply as I walk slowly through the dense pain
I emerge on the other side with a sword in hand
I'm strong knowing what I was told not to
I am free for what I know
ready to die for what I know
ready to live for what I know
ready to share with you what I know
I know THE TRUTH

NEED

I open my eyes.
It has no end. It drives me toward and toward,
restraining me, freeing me to BE.
Hungering, yet gorged and powerless to consume further.
I turn and turn and I turn with unfettered strength
to cease the flow of likely design.
Tolerating incursion of contemplation for my own selfish gain,
muffling the heave of it upon content.
I close my eyes and sleep.

TIME IS

Time IS on my side as I soar gracefully across mountain tops, drape my skin in ocean silk, brush tree tops with tear filled kisses, radiating laughter as the warmth of a million stars burst open inside my soul, joyfully propelling me into eternity and closer to my King who awaits me patiently, standing tall and proud as the sun warms his back and the beast of the land kneel at his feet...soon...

DEFINITIVE ILLUSIONS (Dedicated To The One Who Freed Me. Who Brought Me Back Into The LIGHT)

Definitive illusions reminds me of what I used to be. Discovery has no end, my will to bend.
Shape. Mode. Damn I'm bold. Do you, can you, feel me, see me, touch me, love me, free me?

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

AMERICA

I define AMERICA as the land of the free, the home of the SLAVE. Full of the graves of those who shed life for their freedom as it seeped through the cracks in their backs.....WHIPPED. BEAT. HUNG. RAPED. Yet, still unbroken, except for the token, few, that is. These Uncle Tom niggas who keep dancing these jiggas.....like fools do. You sell your own daughters for pennies and quarters while you drive fancy cars and get high as Mars. Oh but your reward is in hell as you blaze and yell.....right along side yo masta.

A BROTHA NOT TOO LONG AGO

Not to long ago a brotha walked up to me, checking out my style, my bearings and he said something to the effect of,
"You know, I wasn't neva one of dem brothas who crossed over cause I know how to keep a sista happy." All the while holding his crotch.

So I said something to the effect of,
"Man, put that thing in your pants and your brains in your hands and throw it at the world so we can see what you got besides that rock...every woman on earth already knows it's stocked.

Blow my mind with your mind, spend some quality time telling me about the GOD in you. Do you heed when HE calls or do you just hold those balls, wait'n for the next booty call?

Can you journey with me in TRUTH'S discovery as we voyage to Mecca, togetha? On the way you can pick out my fro and smile as it grows...this natural halo that HE, has bestowed...upon me.

We'll wear our crowns, our sins we'll drown, King and Queen 'Get Down Brown'. THEN you can do what ya'll do when you do what ya'll do that makes a sista screeeeeam, lawd have mercy!"

Well, he just stared at me oddly and mumbled an incoherent response before he walked off. However, I did see him a couple of weeks later dining at a bagel and coffee shop with a white girl eating a ham sandwich.

WHO WILL HE BE

As I patiently await my King...

Will he arrive through the LIGHT, adorned by a Crown so quite
as our Spirits ignite the core of our Sight?
Who Will He Be?

Will he love ALLAH THE CREATOR, cross the celestial equator
as he defends his MAKER, slaying the evil nay sayers?
Who Will He Be?

Will he caress softly my ear, with words so sincere
as our Selves appear to each other so clear?
Who Will He Be?

Will he be GODLY divined, forever nourishing our Minds
as we perfectly align and my Melody he chimes?
Who Will He Be?

Will he take this heart to claim, extol my love without shame
as he bestows me his name for our Souls to reign?
Who Will He Be?

Will he allow with much pride, a valiant warrior bride
as she fights at his side conquering evil in stride?
Who Will He Be?

Will he recognize me when, I reveal my Self through zen
as our journey begins a love of no end?
Who Will He Be?

As I patiently await my King...Who Will he Be?

SPEAK:

SPEAK:

THE GOD of my resolve has no bows to give, and has WILLED me the power to behead the foe of our woes and cause destruction to the sins of mans pride. I will not cease the ever movement, motion of devouring the darkness and spewing into the belly of the beasts the reflection of his deeds upon GOD’S chosen as I thrust the edges of my blade upwards into his lies and deceit of my Nation, of the Original Man’s SIGHT of SELF and LIGHT and TRUTH of HIM.

Eye Said……….
SPEAK:

WHO ARE YOU?: Niggers, remove your hideous selves as I crush the life of your existence from my people and raise the BLACK MAN from your SOULS and make him WHOLE again Inside of EYES that are veiled by the wicked ones who tell you where to go, what to think, how to drink from the filth of their blood stained mouths as they eat the babes from your wombs and turn them into vessels of self hate and loathing to keep YOU, Original Man, in the darkness of their whiteness.

Black Man……….
SPEAK:

RISE UP! The KINGDOM waits for you to claim the throne of your inheritance that the MASTER prepared before HE exhaled you from the bosom of HIS MIND, before the darkness before the light; before Yakob and over 6000 years of terrorism and deception; as damnation is inevitable for the wicked. Wield your SELF in the battle to bring your people back INTO their RIGHTful place as GOD HIMSELF for which no other can claim or deny you.

Nation……….
SPEAK:

AND LET the fire of your righteousness burn infinitely; annihilating your MIND’S imprisonment as your flames shed LIGHT on the path of your escape from the hell that surrounds you. Nation, smother the smoldering cinders of the iniquitous and immoral fiends for which justice is now at hand as the realm of their evil implodes, shredding their cloaks and exposing the faces of their death as the THE PEOPLE see clearly their falsehoods.

SPEAK:

AND LET flow from your mouths the voice of GOD.

SPEAK……….

Monday, January 4, 2010

That's Who I Be!

MIND blowing,
SPIRIT growing,
WISDOM throwing,

That's Who I BE!

BELIEF killer,
TRUTH wielder,
SOUL builder,

That's Who I BE!

ABSOLUTE Queen,
A God's dream,
LIGHT'S beam,

That's Who I BE!

KNOWN forever,
GONE never,
INFINITY'S lever,

That's Who I BE!

BLACK as night,
CLEAR as right,
KEEN inSIGHT,

That's Who I BE!

GOD'S PROOF,
BOOK OF RUTH,
NAKED TRUTH,

That's Who I BE!
That's Who I BE!
That's Who I BE!

That's.
Who.
I.
BE!