"The photo of her dancing with the black president of Ghana, Kwame Nkrumah, at his country’s independence celebration outraged South African whites."
"The photo of her dancing with the black president of Ghana, Kwame Nkrumah, at his country’s independence celebration outraged South African whites."
An amazing series of portraits of Senegalese wrestlers. This form of wrestling, widely recognized as a martial art, is known as Laamb in Wolof and is Senegal’s national sport.
Photos by Denis Rouvre.
Endangered Musical Traditions of Mali: “They broke all our instruments.”
It never fails. Anytime I post something horrendous a “white African” has done in South Africa yet again, they contact me to say that they aren’t all the same and that “we are all Africans” and that we should come together, as if the discord that exists came at the hands of Black people and not colonial settlers. I’m just merely sharing the news. Why are white people in South Africa seeking my approval on their alleged African identity? What do you want me to tell you? I’m not South African. I’m not an authority on South Africa. You’ve already decided your identity for yourself and you’re on the land to boot anyway. You’re clearly not going anywhere. What more do you want? Do you want Africans from across the continent to act like you’re a blessing as well? Well, you’re not.
Why don’t you send this message of togetherness to your fellow “white Africans”? They’re the ones beating helpless Black women in the street. They’re silent about every injustice perpetrated at their hands, but the minute you post something factual, they come out not to take a stand against abuse and injustice, but to vomit nonsense about them being Africans too. Somehow in all this, it’s all about them.
Anytime I hear that “we are all Africans” rubbish from them, I imagine this photo of Richard Dawkins in his t-shirt.
Below is what goes through my mind when they tell me about being African.
Be glad that I’m civilized and that I’m not a violent person.
One Pennsylvania teen, who is originally from Guinea, recently had to endure his high school rival’s soccer team chanting “Ebola” at him during a match, WPVI reports.
According to the station, Ibrahim Toumkara, a Nazareth Area High School student and soccer player, got into a fight last week after he heard players from rival Northampton High School taunting him about the deadly virus, which has killed more than 4,000 people across West Africa, including in his home country.
"Being from western Africa and having family in that area, he didn’t take too kindly to those remarks and went after one of the players on the Northampton team," the boy’s coach, Edward Bachert, explained. Bachert is also Ibrahim’s legal guardian, as well as a police chief for Lehigh County.
The 16-year-old moved away from Guinea three years ago, the station notes.
"There were tears coming down his eyes. He was visibly shaken by this, that it got to that level on the field," Bachert added.
Ibrahim’s parents are still in West Africa, and according to WPVI, he is constantly worrying for them.
After the tasteless incident, both Northampton’s head soccer coach and its assistant coach resigned. Some of the student athletes are also expected to face disciplinary action, according to the station.
"This is part of the educational process to make sure that students are understanding sportsmanship and what’s happening out there in the world," Northampton Area Superintendent Joseph Kovalchik said.
Since when is a deadly virus funny? When will African lives not be nothing but a comedic piece to westerners?
Cape Town - A Kenilworth swimming school owner and well-known cyclist was arrested this week after he allegedly beat up a middle-aged domestic worker in broad daylight – without the two ever having met or even exchanged a single word – then excused his behaviour by saying he had believed she was a prostitute.
A shocked and traumatised Cynthia Joni, 44, of Khayelitsha, said she was on her way to work in Kenilworth on October 2 when an unknown man leapt from his car and slapped her repeatedly, then threw her to the ground, without any explanation.
He was traced after people in the neighbourhood responded to her screams, and took down his registration number.
Her alleged attacker was later identified as local swimming coach Tim Osrin. He made a brief appearance in the Wynberg Magistrate’s Court on Wednesday on a charge of assault with the intent to do grievous bodily harm. The case was postponed to November 27.
Osrin, 41, who is a committed member of the neighbourhood’s “security committee” and lives close to where the incident took place in upper Kenilworth, claimed he had assaulted Joni because he had mistaken her for a prostitute.
Weekend Argus was alerted to the case when one of Joni’s employers, Sheila Wilson, posted on Facebook that her domestic worker had been attacked. Wilson described the assault as “a hate crime in the middle of suburbia”.
Joni, a single mother of two children and a grandmother of three, told Weekend Argus the incident took place on October 2 after 9am. She had been walking from Harfield Road station to the home of another of her employers, Iain Anderson. As she turned left into Greenfield Road, a man drove towards her from the opposite direction, swerved to a halt, got out of his car and started striding towards her.
“He got out of the car and came straight up to me and just klapped me. Then he kicked me hard and I fell down.”
“He hit me hard on my arms and legs. I fell hard on to the ground. My joints are all still sore – two weeks later.”
“Each time I would fall to the ground, he would pick me up again and throw me hard down again.”
“My shirt was ripped and the buttons came off it. I still have an (open) wound on my elbow.”
After hitting her, he left.
“Then I started panicking. I thought he was going to get something out of the car and come back,” Joni said.
“That was when I started screaming … and a few people came out of the houses nearby. One of them was a man called Bernard.”
“Another was a woman who I had been walking with from the station. She ran back to find out what was going on. By that time I was crying and crying.”
Joni said Bernard took down the man’s number plate, which contained the word SWIM.
He had shouted to the driver, who had yelled back that Joni was “a criminal”, before racing off.
Joni opened a case at the Claremont Police Station on October 6, after being told she needed a medical report.
On Tuesday the woman officer she dealt with called her to say they had “found that man”.
Joni learnt later that Osrin had called her employer “Anderson” to ask whether he could meet her to apologise, and to explain that he had thought she was a prostitute.
“I said, no. I am not ready for that now… He thought I was a prostitute because this is the place where prostitutes walk. He embarrassed me. He took my dignity away,” Joni said.
On Wednesday a pale and exhausted-looking Osrin, 41, told the court he would have legal representation when he appeared again next month.
During an adjournment, he told Weekend Argus he had wanted to speak to Joni to tell his side of the story, but had “not been given the chance”.
He was not sure “why I am being victimised”.
The married father of two, who lives close to where the attack on Joni took place, described himself as a “clean-living guy who loves sport, and who is completely involved in my community”. He also said he had never hit anyone before, and was prepared to face the consequences of his actions.
“It has never even crossed my mind to hit a prostitute,” he added.
“I hate people thinking that I am a monster because of this … I am not sure why Cynthia has trumped up all sorts of injuries either. I can only think she is going for some sort of payment, where she can leverage some cash…
“She’s probably thinking, ‘this white guy slapped me, great … here comes my Christmas box’. People do these things, you know.”
Veering between anger and remorse, Osrin at first categorically denied hitting Joni, but later said he had “felt terrible” afterwards.
He first said: “No, I did not beat her up. I promise you that. Hearing what she claims I did to her makes it sound so terrible…”
But then he added: “I just slapped her once … and she did fall to the ground. She fell awkwardly and if she sustained any wound it would have been from falling. I picked her up afterwards as she had started wailing…” said Osrin.
His neighbourhood was “full of prostitutes”, he said.
“I thought she was a prostitute. She was walking in the street at ten to ten in the morning. I told her to get out of my street and she laughed, and I thought she was giving me the finger again. For four years these prostitutes have been giving us the finger.”
Osrin alleged further that prostitutes in the area “flash their genitals at our kids, they lift their shirts and show the kids their boobs”.
He said that after the incident he had seen a WhatsApp message from Anderson saying that his domestic worker had been beaten up.
“I phoned him and said it was me. I felt terrible the whole day,” Osrin added.
“I just want people to know the truth, where I was coming from and what led to the emotional meltdown. It was not a racist or gender thing … nothing like that.
“I just snapped. It is a result of the years of stress of having these people in our area.
“I only hope some people will understand. I don’t expect forgiveness. I know I did the wrong thing. I am here at court to face the whole thing and I will accept what happens.”
This white man really said his reason for beating up this Black woman is that he thought she was a prostitute, as if that makes it fine. He says it so casually, like beating up a sex worker is justifiable. She’s a domestic worker going to work to clean homes and this asshole jumps out of his car to beat her up. This man saw a Black woman in his neighborhood and flew into a rage. Her mere existence put him over the edge. Despite beating the poor woman up, this guy thinks he’s the one being victimized because he’s white. That’s a synopsis of race relations in a nutshell.
Will you say that gari is the same as farine (West Indian)? I’ve never had gari, but visually, they look the same.
Another picture from Kankai village, Katsina state. This is the entrance of the palace door. It was created in 1898, it’s quite a beautiful doorway.
If you feel like it, can you please tell me what is the one on the right? It looks amazing.
DeKalb school officials said the father worked for CARE, a humanitarian organization, as a finance controller in the Liberia/Sierra Leone office. He returned to the United States on Sept. 14 with his family and tried to enroll the children Wednesday at Dunwoody Elementary and Dunwoody High.
According to school officials, the family had a letter from CARE saying more than 21 days had passed since their return from the United States, which is beyond the quarantine period for Ebola. But school officials turned the students away because the district requires confirmation from the CDC or local health department, not from an employer, said spokesman Quinn Hudson.
The district said the family understands and is cooperating.
The DeKalb County school district also announced Thursday new students from Ebola-affected West African countries would be limited from classes on school campuses.
New students from countries including Liberia, Sierra Leone, Guinea and other affected areas in Africa won’t be enrolled or allowed to attend classes “without proper medical documentation and approval by the superintendent,” according to a released statement from the school district.
Always hits the spot
Misty Upham, who was nominated for an Indie Spirit Award in 2009 for her role in the feature film Frozen River, was found dead in the woods in Auburn, WA, today after going missing earlier this month. She was 32. Filmmaker friend Tracy Rector, speaking on behalf of the family, confirmed that the Native American actress was found by a search party led by uncle Robert Upham. She was later identified by family members. “The main thing her family wants people to know is that the Auburn Police Department would not cooperate in looking for Misty,” Rector told Deadline. “There’s a long history of police harassment and friction between the police and the Muckleshoot community here, and her family feels they dropped the ball and Misty perhaps would have been found if the police had taken it seriously.”
My friend’s mom calls video games “nintendo”. It doesn’t matter what it is, it’s always “nintendo”. My mom used to do that too years ago. It was all nintendo to her, even when I had a Sega Genesis. When I had a Sega Game Gear (am I dating myself here?), she called it a Game Boy.
I recently had brunch with my friend and his mom. Like me, my friend is a gamer. We were briefly talking about gaming and she said “Atane, you too? You’re still playing the nintendo? I thought it was only my son who had childish habits. You seemed so mature.” He responded and said “Mommy, we don’t have nintendo systems. It’s the PS4 and Xbox One. Not all gaming systems are nintendo.” She then said “This is why you don’t have a wife. All your age mates are married with children, but you want to debate your mother about different kinds of nintendo.” He started laughing and let it go.
She then turned to me and asked when I plan on getting married and that if I focused on getting a wife like I do nintendo, then I would have been married with children a long time ago. She then inquired about whether people are talking to me about it. I told her they do all the time. You can’t have Igbo aunties and not hear marriage and children talk. She said I should listen to them. She then invited me to her church. She says there are many young women there of “marriageable age” and that I should look into it.
Nigerian mamas are the best. You know her little pep talk had me looking at videogames with momentary disgust and shame when I got home. An hour later, I was on xbox live with my cousin…lol
When many white Americans pronounce Fela Kuti, it comes out as “Fella Cutty”. Felabration in NYC was on Wednesday. You have no idea how much “Fella Cutty” I had to endure. If you claim to dig his music, at least get his name right. That’s the bare minimum. Bare minimum.
“I think one of the neighbors had beef with my mother. Because one day when my mom went to the store, and left us alone for just a few minutes, child services came and took us away. My sister and I got split up. I got sent to a group home. It was like a prison— everybody there was looking out for themselves. I’d call my mother and cry on the phone but she’d just say she was sorry, and there was nothing she could do, and she was trying. After a few months, my sister and I got moved into a foster home. Our foster mother was this old lady named Ms. Elizabeth. She let our mother come visit us even though she wasn’t supposed to. And she took us to church and prayed with us, and every Sunday she’d cook us a huge dinner and completely deck out the table like it was Thanksgiving. It was like some movie shit. We’d never had anything like that before. Even when we moved back with our mother, we would alway visit Ms. Elizabeth up until the time she passed away.”