We have to admit that life, in a global view of tings, in the past few weeks en moons has been getting mysterious en mysteriouser, as more (open) secrets continue to be dramatically re-discovered, en the urgency of changing constitutions en shifting paradigms rises
[read as: the elephant in the ‘political’ world is the symbolism of wikileaks latest ‘data’ dump and the ‘witch-hunting’ of Julian Assange and the Pandora of an advisory board and network. Even though there’s nothing new that those cables revealed so far…., that we haven’t already witnessed and understood from the U.S of A’s government’s assaults in ‘other’ indigenus lands already. The rest of the herd in dis story are the queer/trans Afrikans murdered in hate crimes, those that we can and can not YET talk about]
as we re/claim the powah of silence, in the spaces between truth and propaganda….
I give thanks for our ancestors, for all the dismantling of the masters houses that has laid the foundation for us to continue rebuilding learning communities…..I give thanks for warriors and god/desse/s of love that spread hope en abundance
and I pray that the lessons of the tragedies of those whose lives were taken brutally, those that we can name en the ones whose names we do not mention yet, in public, don’t have to repeat themselves….
because some of our truth remains as an open secret still, en those of us who know of heinous crimes, are tied by the consideration of the ethics of the ‘closet’ and the safety we need to maintain for our bredrin en dadas
the trouble with secrets is that they’re oxymorons, in the spaces between oppression and radical transformation, one of the many questions lies in how we can use them most powerfully to co-create positive safe spaces that can mediate their passage into open dialogue
I give thanks for the mysteries of life/death/life cycles, and the continued resistance and renewal of knowledge coming (back) into riddin with these cycles…
This open letter, to my beloved peeps, is a eulogy for bredrin en dadas that are victims of hate (a litany of our collective resistance and survival).
Dis letter is another call-out to networks of comrades, friends and relatives across many spaces to deepen and harvest our connecshuns with/in grassroots networks, amongst the intersections of social movements, wherever we find ourselves with rafikis, to co-create communities of liberatory pratice, and continue to hold to (ac)count all perpertrators of injustice…
like, jus from the drama jus in the past few weeks, top nominations of people to be charged with appropriately classified crimes, include tom flanagan, raila odinga and the UN General Assembly Human Rights Committee
julian assange’s life is in danger, and already we know of (+)1 ‘closeted’ person(s) brutally killed in Kenya in the last week, after the Prime Minister so shamelessly exploited hateful western constructions of homophobia that were institutionalised to suppress indigenus traditions, forbidden (but not forgotten) in neo-colonial regimes, funded by christian fundamentalists and defended by kin still….
the bigger point though isthe not the culprits, because our thriving depends on the ones who facilitate positive transformation, ofcourse….
what continues to inspire en ground me, and many others, are the growing numbers of warriors joining circles and networks of liberatory causes and spreading healing en love in abundance….
so, dear beloved peeps, given all that we DO have, how do we (continue to) co-create mo containers to harvest the powah of all those intersections of our diversity,across diverse spaces?
how do we transform the trauma of the latest events to galvanise our working on our own UNITY first, not only the continent but most significantly, with di diaspora?
Ẹni tí eégún ńlé kó máa rọ́jú; bó ti ńrẹ ará ayé, bẹ́ẹ̀ ní ńrẹ ará ọ̀run.
The person being chased by a masquerader should persevere; just as an earthling tires, so does the being from heaven.
(Perseverance solves all problems.)