i love being a black girl! i love being a brown girl! i love all of my sisters so much, you are so beautiful and capable and amazing and we are so strong! look at all our sisters before us have accomplished and look at all of the things we’re accomplishing now! how amazing. such strength and beauty should be celebrated daily!
The irresistible appeal of Black individuality - where has all of that gone?
The very people who blazed our path to self-expression and pioneered a resolutely distinct and individual voice have too often succumbed to mind-numbing sameness and been seduced by simply repeating what we hear, what somebody else said or thought and not digging deep to learn what we think or what we feel, or what we believe……
…..Thank God we’ve still got musicians and thinkers whose obsession with excellence and whose hunger for greatness remind us that we should all be unsatisfied with mimicking the popular, rather than mining the fertile veins of creativity that God placed deep inside each of us.
This is a very serious disease* so I gladly accept the “bucket challenge”
*My heart goes out to all those who struggle with ALS but I am, of course, talking about the disease of apathy. If (and hopefully when) Michael Brown’s killer is brought to justice and convicted of 1st degree murder, it still won’t prevent this from happening again. We cannot accept this as the status quo. We MUST continue the fight at the ballot box, in the media and by working to create systemic change. I’m not naive to the dirty politics (redistricting, voter ID requirements, etc) that will try to prevent us from our goal. But I refuse to give up hope. My “bullet bucket challenge” is not about pointing fingers and it’s not about being angry. Every shell casing in that bucket represents the life of someone who fought and died in the goal for civil rights and human dignity. As a member of law enforcement (yes I really am a reserve sheriff) I will not stand idly by while others violate civil and human rights under the cover of authority and I will insist that other good cops rise to the same standard as well. As a black man I will demand more from myself and my community. I will not allow outsiders to co-opt our struggle in order to commit violence in our name. I’m channeling my outrage into action so I no longer feel powerless. It’s not about black or white. It’s not about rich or poor. It’s about us vs. them. There are more of us — from all races, genders and identities — then there will ever be of them. And we will be victorious”
"The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality"
For many African communities, markets still play a pivotal role in our daily lives. Markets are not only a center of activity - from bustle to hustle - but are a place for people to shop, socialize and have stimulating interactions. Located in the country’s capital city, Mozambique’s Xipamanine market is one such place.
Let lovely ladies at Nzualo Na’ Khumalo introduce to a place that’s much more than the negative search results it gets.
If you Google the word “Xipamanine” a lot of references might be thrown at you. Some words will pop right up: “Crowded”, “ disorganized”, “cluttered”, “filthy”, etc.
"Don’t let it fool you, Xipamanine is unique business center. Like most informal markets, it is a world of its own. It is famous for its supersize, but in our opinion it is all the noise and excentric organization that make it unique.
People scream, dance, yell, do anything to get your attention. They’re here to sell. You’re there to buy. Here you can purchase anything from clothing, to construction material, school supplies, food, traditional medicine and even live animals like goats.
The people here are brave. This is people who weren’t afraid to take the little they had to build an empire. People who dared to put themselves out there. People who took the shot.
From mothers to grandfathers, everyone here is striving for something better.
People just like us. That’s why it made sense for us to go there, to trace our inspiration and bring that piece of our soul into Back to the roots.
This is where our grandparents and parents purchased their goods before the existence of Shopping malls with defined infrastructures. It is also where young folks like us come to buy the latest fashion or food to feed their families.
We wanted to showcase in a more honest way the unique feeling and vibe of the market. Our pictures are not edited, for this reason.
We wanted to bring the rawness of its beauty; the texture of its environment; the loudness of people and animals.
FEEL IT, SEE IT, SMEEL IT!!!
This is Xipamanine!”