Friday, December 11, 2015

Bilad as Sudan: the Land of the BLACKS


“So many things are evoked by African women whose stillness moves across the unseen landscape of the imagination, and the memories of the graceful walks of the mothers back home. None of us remember any part of Africa before the whites visited. We remember what was recorded in books, and our bones. We remember what is precious to the memories of the depth of our relationships to the creation of the rudiments of education, civilization, family values, study, morality, sacred scores of music ancient to the past, the mysterious scope of the spiritual value of the deities we served. In the Diaspora the ideal of African femininity is enhanced by our need to feel a part of what is vast, and larger than the battered identity of our struggles outside of the indigenous, and corporate structure of the villages our ancestors lived in ancient Africa.

Seeing a dark skinned African woman whose stillness is reminiscent of our former glory is implied by the suggestion in her posture of how she would walk should she stand up, and walk towards us, or away from us.” © Gregory E. Woods 10.10.12



dark skinned African woman sitting very still


“I don’t fully understand how it works, but there is a distinct quality living within an African woman raised anywhere in Africa that copulates with a Black man’s spiritual essence. Enhanced by living abroad, or mixing bloodlines the central essence, or core of "African spirituality" or "Africaness" is the shimmering within the stirred pot of the Alchemist mixing the ingredients of the range of the progenitor text we all come from that distinguished us, long ago, from untutored people who needed to be broadened, and expanded to absorb the higher mysteries afforded to the educated minds, developed bodies, and the crystalline spirits of initiated women and men in the countless spiritual clans through the Land of the Blacks!” © Gregory E. Woods 10.10.12






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