Posts Tagged ‘African American woman’

HAITIANS GET BACK TO AFRICA!-FREE LAND TO RESETTLE IN THE MOTHERLAND OFFERED BY SENEGALESE PRESIDENT!-FROM CBS NEWS.com

January 27, 2010

FROM cbsnews.com

Jan. 16, 2010
Senegal Offers Land To Haitians That Want To Come
Senegal’s President Offers Voluntary Repatriation And Land To Any Haitians That Want To Come
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(AP) DAKAR, Senegal (AP) – Senegal is offering free land to Haitians wishing to ‘return to their origins’ following this week’s devastating earthquake, which has destroyed the capital and buried thousands of people beneath rubble.

Senegal’s octogenarian President Abdoulaye Wade told a meeting of his advisers that Haitians are the sons and daughters of Africa, because the country was founded by slaves, including some believed to have come from Senegal.

“The president is offering voluntary repatriation to any Haitian that wants to return to their origin,” said Wade’s spokesman Mamadou Bemba Ndiaye late Saturday following the president’s announcement.

“Senegal is ready to offer them parcels of land – even an entire region. It all depends on how many Haitians come. If it’s just a few individuals, then we will likely offer them housing or small pieces of land. If they come en masse we are ready to give them a region,” he said.

He stressed that Wade had insisted that if a region is handed over it should be in a fertile area – not in the country’s parched deserts.

Senegal, a nation of 14 million roughly the size of South Dakota, is considered one of the most stable and developed in the sub-region. Still nearly half of working-age adults are unemployed and the country has been burdened by high food prices, frequent blackouts and spiraling energy costs.

Many have criticized Wade for being a dreamer, proposing lofty projects that do little to alleviate poverty or address endemic corruption. Others see him as a statesman who dares to have a vision for Africa.

Copyright 2010 The Associated

Natural Nappy hair,Charismaallover pictures in slideshow form!!

June 19, 2009

This is just me showing off natural
hair, how it has grown. There’s no
other style I’ll get unless it’s nappy
and natural. No more straight styles
for me. I’m all natural.

Charismaallover, doing Taebo for fun on youtube!

June 9, 2009

Like I said, I love some taebo. I’m still
doing it everyday as usual, same taebo tape till I get another one. Well, I just put up a small short video clip of me
doing 2 taebo moves and various poses.

I did this outside of my aunt’s
house in the back. It was so sunny
out, that’s why the video looks so
bright. Just to recap, I lost about 30
pounds doing taebo. Taebo, with all
the kicks and jumps rocks the house.
But it’s the best fitness routine for
me. I increased the amount of squats
involved in taebo that I do. I increased
the kicks, the leg lifts, the jumps, etc
by doing five sets of each.

Anyways here is the picture
to go with the video..

5th set of tamarva pictures

The Yorubas are playing it up in their band!

May 15, 2009

These are my black people’s from yoruba. They got their instruments out ready
to give you a soulful tune. They are ready to get you in the mood for….
whatever! These people are looking
all fly!
They transmit their special
atmosphere through the computer
screen. They belong more than on
youtube, but also on tv. Ladies
and gentleman clap your hands
wherever you are for this bunch.

They in the mood for a music
party. They jammin!

“DECLINE OF MOTHER TONGUE IN AFRICA”-FROM SUNNEWSONLINE.COM,NIGERIA

May 15, 2009

from sunnewsonline.com

Decline of mother tongue in Africa
By Karen C. Aboiralor Lagos
Monday, February 18, 2008 Editorial Index

One of the most significant aspects of any culture is language. This is a combination of sounds and gestures in the facilitation of communication and tells who we are and where we come from. It is a very unique tool for identification and marks a tidy reflection of the multi-cultural dimension which different civilizations have passed through.

Sometimes, one may correctly tell another’s descent from his accent even when he is not speaking in his mother tongue because his phonetic habits inadvertently spill into his use of that language. This highlights the outstanding pedestal which language occupies in our culture. It is our heritage and a mark of our existence. We therefore must do everything we can to make sure that it is eternally preserved for we would be showing gross irreverence to our forebears and offering a great disservice to generations yet unborn if we failed to do so.

In most African homes where both parents hail from different ethnic groups, the common language spoken is a foreign one. Here, the children ought to be taught to speak both tongues which should in fact be an advantage but they rarely ever learn any. As the years go by, it gets more difficult as they receive further education in a foreign language. If at the point of starting their own families they get married to their like or to those who though understand their language come from elsewhere, the situation becomes even more complex.

It will not happen in ten years. Maybe not even fifty. But in another hundred years some tongues may become extinct in Africa. It is easy for someone to whisper somewhere that in that time, none of us would be here to witness it but let us remember that those before us sustained it and that was why we met it. We owe it a duty to our forebears to preserve a good thing we met from birth otherwise our selfish ingratitude may even consume us before our time.

This is not what western civilization taught. Much as it tried to impinge, it still taught us to uphold the tenets of our culture. For example, while the killing of babies in multiple births and such other fetish practices as sacrificing human blood for deities were abolished; our artefacts, seasons, languages and herbs were upheld. A school of thought has tried to blame it

on western civilization but I disagree. This is the collective result of our ineptitude and lack of social consciousness. The blame is entirely ours and we must accept our guilt.
I am an African living in Canada. When I say hello to Canadians on the street, they reply respectfully with a friendly hello and even a smile sometimes. I have never been shunned by any Canadian I greeted on the street. That is because they have been taught to preserve their culture which among other things preaches mutual respect. But what happens when I say hello to fellow Africans on the street? Many a time, they size me up first. Ostensibly to find out whether I belong to the same social stratum or whether I am a parasite.

The women want to be sure that I don’t intend it as a yardstick to get familiar. Some would only reply if they were comfortable with my physical appearance.
It is also not a secret that some of us are ashamed of our ancestry. Another consequence of our inability to preserve our mother tongue is this spiritless life we lead where there is no true bonding because we do not appreciate one another. If we cannot respect our language, it will be impossible to forge mutual respect and cohesion among ourselves. A future consequence will be the loss of our heritage and in effect our dignity as a people.

This thus calls for concerted effort. I agree that some tenets of our culture should be confined to the history books but language is not one of them. I also agree that people do have a right to their own choices. But the option of consuming our mother tongue will be selfish, ungrateful, bitter, unfortunate and expensive. We must all come together to save the situation. I implore that going forward; children are taught at least one traditional African language. Let those who can speak make it a point of duty to teach others while those who cannot, make it a point of duty to learn. A head start in this manner will go a long way in changing the tide in our favour.

One thing to cheer about though; Africans hardly ever show disrespect by speaking in their traditional language while in the company of anyone who does not understand that language. This conduct is exemplary and highly commendable. But I wish they’d transmit that respect to one another.

African AMerican Art the way to your heart!!

February 27, 2009

African-American Art

African-American Art - Port. Of Self

African American Art

African-American Art

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Wanda Bush 'The Queen', African-American Research Library and Cultural Center, Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

Wanda Bush 'Angst', African-American Research Library and Cultural Center, Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

Jasmine Zenoi-Schofill 'Rosa', African-American Research Library and Cultural Center, Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

Tony Thompson 'Mother Africa', African-American Research Library and Cultural Center, Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

Beautiful Mother.2007

Jesus is Black, See! (If you know history, Black people are the first race so ofcourse you know Jesus is Black) Pictures here!

February 26, 2009

Black Jesus

Black Jesus

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Black Madonna

The Black Madonna ABove, Below
Black Jesus Pictures!

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Black Jesus and the Rastafarian Disciples

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BLACK MEN,BLACK YOUTH JUST DO IT! WE CAN SOLVE BLACK PEOPLE’S PROBLEMS! BE LIKE OBAMA,LET HIS BLACK EXAMPLE TELL YOU “YES WE CAN!”-FROM SEFERPOST.COM

January 14, 2009

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Not Just A Dream: Obama Sparks Black Men To Action
NASHVILLE, Tenn — An actor turns a dilapidated, inner-city mosque into a theater in just a few days. A 20-year-old buckles down on his studies at a historically black college after his mother dies of cancer. A community organizer decides his plan to create thousands of green jobs is too modest and enlarges it twenty-fold.
Not Just A Dream: Obama Sparks Black Men To Action
NASHVILLE, Tenn — An actor turns a dilapidated, inner-city mosque into a theater in just a few days. A 20-year-old buckles down on his studies at a historically black college after his mother dies of cancer. A community organizer decides his plan to create thousands of green jobs is too modest and enlarges it twenty-fold.

Barack Obama’s election to the White House is the very realization of what so many black fathers have told their sons to aspire to for years, even if often it was just a confidence-booster, not meant to be taken literally. And long before he wrapped up the contest, his candidacy had driven these three black men and others to actions they say they might not have taken without his example.

Jeff Obafemi Carr, who had been a successful actor in New York, was debating whether to return there or stay in Nashville, where he wanted to turn a run-down mosque into Nashville’s first black theater in a century. It was an ambitious and daunting idea considering that some in the neighborhood figured the building would wind up as a liquor store or a thrift shop.

Then the 41-year-old remembered a conversation he had with Obama during an Ohio campaign stop. The then-Democratic nominee encouraged him to keep working on his project.

“He told me that we’re going to make a big change for the country with my help,” Carr recalled.

When Carr returned from that event, he put his plan in motion. With the help of community volunteers, donated time from professional builders and materials from corporations, Carr set a date for construction and built the Amun Ra Theatre. Its first major performance will be next month with “Gem of the Ocean,” by American playwright August Wilson.

Throughout the process, Carr said he and the workers repeated Obama’s slogan: “Yes we can.” Now the theater’s Web site proclaims, “Yes, We Did!”

Justin Bowers, a junior at historically black Oakwood University in Huntsville, Ala., was thinking about dropping out after his mother died of cancer two years ago at age 48.

“It was a lot of stress,” Bowers said. “I was struggling. It was really hard.”

A friend pointed out Obama’s perseverance after the president-elect lost his 53-year-old mother to cancer. Bowers said the story motivated him to stay in school and study harder to honor his mom.

“I know she would have wanted me to press on with my life regardless of what adversities might come,” said Bowers, 20, who is majoring in accounting and marketing. “That’s just how I was raised. And clearly, that’s how Barack was raised.”

Van Jones, 40, founded Green For All, a national program that seeks to create clean energy jobs. His Oakland, Calif.,-based program, which employs 25 people and has an operating budget of $4.5 million, was instrumental in passing a portion of a national energy bill, called the Green Jobs Act. It will use up to $125 million to train 30,000 people in jobs such as installing solar panels and retrofitting buildings to make them more environmentally friendly.

With Obama’s election, Jones decided to shop a $33 billion proposal before Congress that would hire about 600,000 over the next two years for similar work.

“I wouldn’t have believed in myself enough to come forward with an idea that bold,” Jones said. “But now, you’ve got somebody who’s up there, who’s telling people, ‘Let’s be bold.’

“The ceiling has come off. We can dream of … bringing new technologies and new jobs into communities that have been left behind. Yes we can.”

Obama’s historic run has provided ammunition for black fathers, too, who can point to it in motivating the next generation of black men. Will Rodgers, a communications manager at an electric company in Tampa, Fla., said he takes every opportunity to talk to his 12-year-old son about Obama and “how our nation has transformed.”

“I want him to understand the gravity of what’s happened,” said Rodgers, who boasts of having been a conservative Republican who never voted for a Democrat for president until Obama.

“He can really be anything he wants to, even president of the United States.”

African Queen Video shows the way black women should be sung to!

September 18, 2008

This is the AFrican Queen Video. It is so elegant
and stunning like it should be. It’s the perfect
idea of how an African princess should be
treated. It’s one of the songs to treasure and
it makes you warm inside.

THIS IS THE NIGERIAN/AFRICAN WOMAN I KNOW THAT STILL EXISTS IN SPITE OF THE IMITATION WHITE GIRL-AFRICAN WOMEN COMING UP NOW A DAYS!

September 16, 2008

from nigeriaworld.com

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THE NIGERIAN WOMAN I KNEW
have read in great amazement the horror stories of the tragedy that now plagues our community. Marriages are ending in divorce and worse in death. We are breeding a new generation of children that see marriage as a mere convenience, that the law is no longer a necessary tool to end a bad marriage; instead the gun will forever silence one partner.

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The wife will no longer be able to stand and fight for a life she desires or achieve her destiny, instead, she becomes statistics and a picture on someone’s table or memory forever etched in her family’s heart.

It is becoming increasing clear that the ones that got the divorce certificate are the lucky ones; some of their sisters got the death certificate.

I read so many writings on both sides either in sympathy or anger at the travesty of such ills that have descended upon our families. Been divorced myself, I often argue divorce is not the answer and plead with those that will listen to make the marriage work, and then I hear even more ghastly stories that actually have you seriously thinking, when faced with the option of a divorce certificate or a death certificate. Some of my sisters have endured to the end and held on to the bible promise of “till death do us part”

I search my soul for the Nigerian woman I once knew, the one that I saw as a child growing up, the one I aspired to be. The Nigerian woman I once knew was elegant, she stood tall and proud and was significantly different from any other woman.

The Nigerian woman I knew was strong, but not hard, she ruled her home with strength and love, she embraced her success and was confident in her talents and had no need to lord her superiority over her husband. The Nigerian woman understood she was the pillar of her family, but was confident enough to let her husband play the role without demeaning his masculinity. The Nigerian woman I knew, silently acknowledged her husband could not do without her, but she never voiced it. The Nigerian woman I knew accepted her ability to build her home and enable the great success of her husband, and she rejoiced in his greatness, knowing it was a by product of hers. The Nigerian woman I knew, accepted the responsibility when God whispered in her hear “take good care of him” she nodded her acceptance and understood what God meant when He caused the man to fall asleep, so he could take a rib out of him to create this help mate that he so desperately needed to survive in the beautiful garden he was blessed with. The Nigerian woman I knew will not give her husband the apple that cast him out of the beautiful garden, but will smite the head of the serpent that attempted to lure them to evil. The Nigerian woman I knew lifted her family to great heights with prayers and blessings from her mouth, not casting down her family with the rain of curses.

The Nigerian woman I knew could balance a baby on one hip, a cooking spoon in one hand, run a successful business and still manage to look ten years younger than her peers of other races.

You see the Nigerian woman I once knew was confident in her superiority, comfortable in her grace, determined to overcome her short comings, excel in all she laid her hands to, nurture gifted and talented children, turn a $10 fabric into couture that will have Coco Channel gasp in amazement, she’ll grace any occasion and be the delight of every eye that sees her, not for the intricacy of the superb headtie that will have David Feldman the famous hat designer scrambling to catch for his next design, but for the sheer elegance and grace she exudes.

The Nigerian woman I knew commands respect not demand it; her words are seasoned with grace and wisdom, she knows how to turn away wrath not ignite it.

Her eyes light up with gentleness and love as she gently guides her family. The Nigerian woman I knew understood that the greatness of her nation lies in her strength to build a strong family.

The Nigerian woman I knew was the epitome of the virtuous woman.

So where did she go and what happened to her?

The Nigerian Man from whose rib she was made passed away, and instead in his place, came the Nigerian Man born from the linage of Esau; who sold his birth right for a mussel of bread, the Nigerian Man today has traded his birth right as the head of the family, the one who commands respect, was revered by all for his gentle greatness; and now for almighty dollar, waits for his wife’s paycheck for the roof over their head, worse, he drops off his wife at work and then goes back to sleep.

So the Nigerian woman I once knew, passed on when the

Nigerian man from whose rib she was created passed on. They left in their wake, a society of broken dreams and empty promises; they left their children casualty of social and economic war. They left their Nation in ruins and scattered their children across the world.

I mourn for the Nigerian woman I once knew.


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