Just in case
Posted 18 November 2008 - 01:58 AM
I just received a call from ‘unknown’ at home after midnight (18.11.08, 00:14), on my personal phone number by a guy called ‘Kofi’ in connection to the name of our planned online radio station programme, he said he was not threatening me but warning me not to broadcast the programme because the name I have chosen had ‘indigenous’ relevance and was not supposed to be mixed with technology. He wouldn’t tell me how he got my number despite me repeatedly asking him, he wouldn’t tell me his surname, he just said he would be in contact with me again. When I asked if he could see that his actions could be construed as sinister and mentioned the police he insisted he wasn’t threatening me but trying to ‘advise’ me. I have no idea who he is. I know I’m insane but this was creepy.
Posted 19 November 2008 - 12:04 PM
[Enter Shango. He rests having just returned from war. Suddenly he is confronted by Oya and Ogun. They attack...]
softly softly then upon failure
ruthlessly, arrogantly devoid of harmony or grace,
violating his sanctuary, his space
spitting in his face
from a pit of untruthal ritual
then suddenly like zombies they swarm
attacking first his then his families phone
he would not join their clan
with naa poo
queen mother [all hail she of the indigenous]
father elijah-khan [all hail he of the asiatic]
or any other
all whilst ultimately demanding
for through ifayoma to the Ancestors we can see you...
all of you
"sincere" - yes
"honest" - no
so in defeat
to that retreat
that "amazing" retreat
where the spirit of ababio
whilst dreaming it is densu
the spirit of infantile jealousy
leads to their violation of intimacy
manipulative behaviour through unnecessary fear of rivalry
leading to their betrayal of Truth though the ash circle of intimacy
[Aunt Elegua screams, Oya screams]
they ignore his dreams where he guided by spirit screams;
“please just leave me alone”
leave me alone [Shango inside crying]
alone [Shango outside dying]
for at last
i am almost home [Shango spirtually smiling]
[Shango curls his fingers around Oya's ear and Caresses. Exit Shango.]
the end (seeking closure - to)
Written by Toyin Agbetu, 19 November 2008 inspired by Tarell Alvin McCraney Yoruba infused play "In the Red and Brown Water", after the successful first ever broadcast of Nyansapo - The Pan African Drum. On the eve of broadcast the warnings against him launching the station escalated as the instigators revealed their true identity to him. The launch show was a tribute to the late Miriam Makeba who crossed over to the Ancestors on 10th November 2008, the discussion topic was “Is it wrong to mix art and politics?”
Posted 05 July 2010 - 03:54 PM
I may have to publish a newsletter to explain all if it does not stop.
Pay for pray and dimethyltryptamine (ayahuasca abusing) flavoured brand of 'shamanism' healing is not required here.
Please leave me, my family and community alone.
Posted 30 May 2012 - 03:09 AM
Who can stop the sun from shining? No one. The corrupt often prey on fear, but this is a very ugly weakness. Any tradition that cares more about tradition than the people is not a tradition for the people and people who care more about tradition than the people might be for tradition but not for the people.
We Africans worldwide cannot support tradition for the mere sake of tradition. Is not all tradition that's good. At some point, we must separate the aspects of tradition that is good for us from those that are counterproductive to our solidarity and our growth. Some of this very tradition (habitual ways of being) is why we are in the global predicament that we are in anyway.
Corruption is corruption whether it's the pulpit preachin bout prosperity or in traditional garb. This is what should be torn down, not brothers and sisters who are about the business of the people.
One thing about the illusion of power is that it has a shelf life...
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