AFRICAN WISDOM: The fact is the truth

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This is an Ashanti Folktale About Shared Wisdom called:

"Anansi Tries To Steal All The Wisdom In The World"

A long time ago, Anansi the spider, had all the wisdom in the world stored in a huge pot. Nyame, the sky god, had given it to him. Anansi had been instructed to share it with everyone.

Every day, Anansi looked in the pot, and learned different things. The pot was full of wonderful ideas and skills.

Anansi greedily thought, "I will not share the treasure of knowledge with everyone. I will keep all the wisdom for myself."

So, Anansi decided to hide the wisdom on top of a tall tree. He took some vines and made some strong string and tied it firmly around the pot, leaving one end free. He then tied the loose end around his waist so that the pot hung in front or him.

He then started to climb the tree. He struggled as he climbed because the pot of wisdom kept getting in his way, bumping against his tummy.

Anansi's son watched in fascination as his father struggled up the tree. Finally, Anansi's son told him "If you tie the pot to your back, it will be easier to cling to the tree and climb."

Anansi tied the pot to his back instead, and continued to climb the tree, with much more ease than before.

When Anansi got to the top of the tree, he became angry. "A young one with some common sense knows more than I, and I have the pot of wisdom!"

In anger, Anansi threw down the pot of wisdom. The pot broke, and pieces of wisdom flew in every direction. People found the bits scattered everywhere, and if they wanted to, they could take some home to their families and friends.

That is why to this day, no one person has ALL the world's wisdom. People everywhere share small pieces of it whenever they exchange ideas.

Anansi playing...

In the African Diaspora each group of Africans scattered throughout the world by European countries there are major problems. In the United States I've found the words for a core crisis.

"The immaturity level and the minimal depth of knowledge and awareness here is lauded as being hip, and as an indication of being "Black" whatever that is. For a forum about Black News and Discussions I gather it is a replica of ghetto street corner diatribes void of insights, and wise contributions to the social conditions and mindsets of a People.
Is that all? Is that all that is important to young Black Americans? That is pretty much the perception in most parts of the world, in particular Africa. Within this typical lack of depth there seems to be much rejoicing amongst young Black Americans of the late 20th century until now. Beyond what I've said there isn't too much to say to the segment of society gloating in what they don't know, can't perceive, and love about not being a part of. 
These are my words. I am Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories." 

ghetto woman in colorful bikini

Pimps were never kings. They were short-lived fuses with a lot of color and a penchant for flair, and deceit. Pimps had their glory days during the historical period of neo-slavery, and as it is today the unimaginative, and short sighted deemed them important.

For a long time the financially well off in those Jim Crow days were educated and employed in a profession the whites allowed, the business owners operating business the whites permitted in the Colored communities, blue collar workers, pastors of the Church, and a tiny segment of the underworld of criminals. There are plenty of stories about how fine pimps were in their clothes and cars, but the fact is the truth: pimps brought no value of substance to the community. Only men could think of pimps as models in the early 20th century and today. These men are not, and were not evolved men. They were and are predators.

So, the praise lauded upon these lower level men (pimps) is unwarranted. Their praise is a telling story of their contempt for women, what their essence was meant to be, and what should live as a vibrant source of energy between women's legs. These men and their hero worship is based upon a deep contempt for the women who birthed them and the women they can lure, manipulate and keep separate from their true souls, their personal and precious truths.

That may be a bit much for the men flocking around corners flashing gang signs, and claiming ownership on property they'll never own, or have any real power over. That may be too much to digest for women who believe, as an older woman told me from her aunts mouth to her ears as a girl, "A wet pussy and an empty pocket book don't go together!"

In the street vernacular pimps ain't shit is what I've said.

These are my words.

Ghetto woman naked covering herself