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ausetkmt · 8 months

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Image: a Moor on sale after the beginning of their fall in Spain. The last expelled Moor was in 1492 CE

THE 'CHURCH' WAS THE DRIVING FORCE OF TRANS-ATLANTIC SLAVE TRADE AS MUCH AS ISLAM WAS AT THE HEART OF ARAB SLAVE TRADE

IN 1455 CE, Pope Nicholas V. wrote a Roman bull(romanus pontifex) declaring that all Moors, Saracens and all non-christian blacks were to be sentenced to perpetual slavery and Charged as heretics during the early stages of the 'Inquisitions'. By 1492 CE, the Moors (African Maghrebs and some Arabs) surrendered their castles in Iberian peninsula with Spain claiming most of the Moorish territories and persons of black-skin became the 'property' of Spain. Some escaped back to Africa.

In 1493 CE, another declaration was made by Pope Alexander VI(inter caetera), known as 'doctrine of discovery' which gave rise to the idea of 'discovery' as a concept in Europe. What followed this was noted by Karl Marx thus; "what was good for the europeans was obtained on the expense of untold suffering by the Africans and American Indians... the discovery of gold in the America, the extra patient enslavement and the entombment of the minds of the aboriginal population... the turning of Africa into a commercial warrant for the hunting of black skins, signaled the rosy dawn of the capitalist production". Little wonder, Rev. Richard Furman, President of the S. Carolina Baptist convention in 1823 CE, stated that, " the right of holding slaves is clearly established in the holy scriptures, both by precepts and by example ". He was a slave owner. "I draw my warrant from the Scripture of the old and new testaments to hold slaves in bondage" -Rev. Thomas Witherspoon of the Presbyterian church of Alabama, in a letter to 'the emancipator' in 1839 CE. These 'justifications' were stated by many churchmen and women, drawing from the Judeo-Christian Bible.

The revered book of the Mohammedans, the Qur'an, which was written in the 8th/9th century CE, by those who took over from the Nabataean, also indicated in many verses that slavery was 'just'. But in this case, it was often Stated that the followers of the Islamic ideology were to by loving and gentle among themselves but to "fight them[non-followers of the ideology] and allah will punish him by your hands" (Quran 9:14, 15) and that "allah will strike terror unto the unbelievers(Q. 8:60)... and until they pay gizya(Q. 9:29). 'Gizya' was supposed to be an Islamic tax, targeted at the non-followers of the ideology, even if they are not enslaved but if their lands are taken over by followers of the Islamic ideology.

Following several injunctions in the Arabian Quran, the Mohammedans in Iberia had sought to control the situation: "anyone who is known to be from those lands which are known to be lands of Islam should be let go and should be adjudged free. This is the ruling of the jurist of Andalusia "-( Al Umari, 14th cen. Arab historian. But for all else, slavery was allowed.

This was the ugly web that Africa was caught in, in the 7th cen. CE and the 15th cen. CE. And in this way, many Africans became Mohammedans for convenience, especially the Garamantes(an ancient black skinned people with kinky hair), of north Africa, who joined forces with the Islamizing Arabs, whom together went in and took over Iberia in 711CE.

According to Dr. Josef Ben Jochannan, " Africa took-in both the hook, the line and sinker" and that had stretched to this very day. Africans born into this just 'follow the followers', sometimes, even somewhat blindfolded.

#THE 'CHURCH' WAS THE DRIVING FORCE OF TRANS-ATLANTIC SLAVE TRADE AS MUCH AS ISLAM WAS AT THE HEART OF ARAB SLAVE TRADE

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teejaystumbles · 1 year

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Smapril turned Angstpril Day 10: auction + hair pulling

This is pretty dark, tw slavery, violence, humiliation.

This is a dream, or rather a nightmare Hob is having about being auctioned off as a slave. It is not meant to fetishize slavery but it deals with it in so far that Hob fears what it might be like. It is therefore not accurate and not meant to be! If the theme triggers you please refrain from reading.

It takes place in between the 1789 and 1889 meetings. For reference, Hob dreams in 14th century currency and worth of money, not that of the 18th century. A regular labourer earned 2 pence a day. A pig sold for about 30d (pence) and a cow for about 100d. A shilling was worth 12 pence and a pound sterling was worth 20s (but there was no pound coin). A gold noble was a gold coin worth 6s 8d.

There was no permitted slavery in England since the early 1500s and therefore no slave markets. While the triangular trade which Hob is referring to in 1789 persisted until 1833, there had been several court cases that were decided in the favor of escaped slaves on English soil who were set free since the English Law did not allow slavery. I am of the opinion that Hob has therefore never been to a selling of slaves (because I believe even if he was involved in the trans-atlantic slave trade, the shadow of the 17th century would have prevented him from seeking out direct contact with people in misery and poverty), he dreams of what he imagines it to be like, probably influenced by his own bad experiences in the 1600s. It’s also a possible reason for the merchants haggling in medieval cattle prices.

Hob mostly doesn’t feel good in this one. It’s about him feeling regret and shame and unworthy of being loved. If any of this triggers you please refrain from reading.

I have fiddled with this prompt take so much, I think I'm just going to let it be like this. I hope some will still enjoy it. :)

"How much for this one?"

Hob lifts his head at the voice and is instantly kicked in the side, making him slump forward again and gasp. The voice of his handler snarls at him: "Stay down, wretch!" Then the man returns to speaking pleasantly to the customer. "This one, my lord? I'll be honest with you, he's a troublemaker. No beauty besides. But I guess if you need someone to do a bit of labour, he might hold out for a few months. Not much of a build, you see? I guess he makes up for it with bloody stubbornness."

"Mmh."

"He starts at 70 pence. You'd be doing me a favour, taking him off my hands."

Hob's heart is beating faster. He tries to sneak a look up from where he kneels in the trampled dirt of the marketplace but only catches sight of a black robe. Hob clenches his fists in the simple, worn-down linen robe that barely reaches his knees. His wrists are shackled together so tightly that there's a stain of blood on the linen from his chafed skin.

Hob would bet that he knows the voice of the customer. But it can't be. It's impossible. Nothing will save him. No one.

"I want to look at him." the dark voice says and Hob's heart trips. There's no mistake. He knows that voice… Dread curls in his gut at the thought of his stranger. He doesn't want him to see Hob like this.

A hand is suddenly in his long hair and pulls him roughly upwards and Hob bites his lips to stifle a groan. "Up you get. Let the lord take a look at you." The merchant adds, quietly hissing in Hob's ear: "And if you give me trouble I'll lash you until you lose consciousness, bitch!"

Hob stands shakily, the skin of his back pulling painfully around the lash marks he has already received. He keeps his eyes downcast, anxiously studying the feet and legs of the man before him. What he thought to be a robe is in fact a floor length coat. The man in front of him wears tight black leather boots that rise to his calf and black pants. Hob stops his eyes at the man's hips, slim and tightly wrapped with a wide black leather belt that is buckled with the silver skull of a raven.

"Look at me."

Hob can't help but obey. He raises his head slowly, his eyes trailing up his stranger's front, catching for a moment on the well-known ruby hanging on a silver chain on his breast. Hob swallows heavily and finally meets his stranger's eyes. They are as black and star-speckled as the night sky. Hob can’t help but stare. His stranger wears his long black hair open, it curls softly against his exposed white collarbones and Hob wants to touch it so badly he clenches his fists even tighter.

The stranger's face is impassive; Hob can’t read his mood. His stranger lifts his hand to touch Hob’s chin when suddenly there comes a call from behind him: “I’ll pay 100d for that one.” A man with a toothy grin and a ruddy beard approaches them. Hob recognizes him as the captain of one of his former ships, Christopher Emmet. A hard and unkind man that Hob had never particularly liked. There is no recognition in the man’s face when he looks Hob over, though.

His stranger frowns at the man but the merchant behind Hob steps forward eagerly and grabs Hob by the upper arm, giving him a good shake that makes Hob’s teeth rattle.

“A hundred pence, sir, a good offer! My lord,” he addresses the stranger, “I’m afraid you’ll have to bid higher than this good sir if you’re still interested?”

His stranger doesn’t move a muscle but Hob can tell he is thinking. Hob swallows again and shuffles his feet. He drops his head and looks at his stranger’s belt buckle again. He’s not worth much, certainly not to someone like his stranger. There’s a memory tugging at him that he can’t quite grasp, something that whispers that no, he would care, he wouldn’t want this for me…but it is dangerous to have hope and so Hob shakes his head to clear it.

“You would sell this man…for the price of a cow?”

His stranger sounds incredulous and Hob feels his cheeks burn in shame when the merchant laughs: “You’re right, he’s not worth that much, but I won’t argue with a paying customer. Maybe he can be milked in some way, eh?”

The man slaps Hob’s ass roughly, jostling him a step forward and into his stranger’s space. He looks up in shock, feeling his cheeks burn with humiliation and shame.

“Indeed…” his stranger murmurs, eyebrow raised, and trails his fingertips down Hob’s chest, where the simple linen robe falls open to reveal his chest hair. Hob shivers. Black-laquered nails catch on his nipple and Hob sucks in a breath and bites his lip again but can’t quite suppress a whimper. His stranger has never touched him before. He instantly, desperately, wants more of it and arousal stirs in his belly despite the horror of the situation.

“I will give you…one gold noble. For this man.”

Hob’s eyes widen and his stranger does not look away from him as Emmet grunts in annoyance and the merchant stutters: “For him? My lord, that’s very generous!”

Hob barely registers the following exchange, feeling numb and too shocked to do anything but wait and watch. Captain Emmet steps back, shaking his head and muttering under his breath about money wasted on a wretch. The stranger drops a perfect golden coin into the outstretched hand of the merchant. Then he grabs Hob by his shackled wrists and leads him away. Hob stumbles after him, still too stunned to say anything. The marketplace fades around them like a fog has rolled in and suddenly they are in a wide room with black velvet tapestries on the walls. Silver sconces and a huge fireplace light the room and Hob’s bare feet suddenly touch soft fur. He looks down and sees a plethora of carpets, rugs and furs cover the black marble tiles.

The sudden unexpected touch of a hand in his hair makes him go limp and let out a small moan. The hand tugs on his hair, not too roughly, and Hob gasps and feels his knees go weak. When he sinks to the softly padded floor the hand in his hair does not stop him but rather guides him down.

“Hob Gadling. I take it you have begun to consider the advice I gave you at our last meeting…”

His stranger releases him and steps before Hob. He looks down his nose at him and Hob nods mutely, feeling still like his head is full of wool. The shapes around them seem blurred, like he is dreaming. Only his stranger looks as real as he always does, maybe more so, his hair a wild mess flowing around his head, his eyes full of stars.

“I am dreaming, aren’t I?” he asks, and the stranger nods.

“You are. There is no open market for slaves in London, and I did not truly buy you.”

“You did, though. You did.” Hob reaches out with his still shackled hands and dares to grab at his stranger’s boot. “Don’t take it back. Please…”

He bows down and kisses the boot’s toe cap. His stranger lets out a sound like a growl and pulls his foot away. Then his hand is in Hob’s hair again, this time pulling him up more roughly, shaking him a bit.

“I have no need of a slave, Hob! You are a free man and none of what happens in this dream will change that. If this dream has taught you a lesson, then it has served its purpose.”

Hob pants and meets the eyes of his oldest acquaintance who looks angry now, but Hob can only whine and surrender to the vice grip in his hair. He closes his eyes for a second and murmurs: “Still. It happened. I won’t forget…and I’d…like you to keep me…”

His stranger snorts and when Hob opens his eyes he is looking at him with a mix of curiosity, annoyance and amusement.

“I can make you forget. You will wake and not know any of this happened.”

Hob grins but it turns into a pained grimace. “But then your lesson will also be forgotten…master.”

He is released so quickly that he falls back to the floor with a grunt. “You will not call me that! I forbid it!” his stranger snarls and Hob’s shackles crumble into a pile of sand. He stares at his chafed wrists in wonder and then gets to his feet. He stands, in his simple white robe that is barely covering him and looks at his stranger more closely, who has put some distance between them. The black mess of hair around his head is writhing like snakes and his eyes are glinting like sharp blades lit by moonlight in the dark. Hob thinks he looks more dangerous and more beautiful than he has ever seen him. He takes a courtly bow and says: "As you wish, my lord."

There is an imperious sniff and when Hob looks up his stranger looks a bit mollified, if still uncharacteristically flushed.

Not master then, but lord is fine.

Hob licks his lips and looks down to see his hands tremble. He fists them in the hem of his ragged shirt. Then he deliberately drops to his knees again. He doesn’t want this dream to end yet. “Please. Let me serve you. My Lord. I am in your debt.”

“You are not.”

“Please.” he repeats, pleading now. “You purchased me. Use me. This is a dream, you said. What harm can it do?”

The thought of his stranger not wanting him hurts, like it always has, but somehow, here and now, in this strange dream, it hurts even more, cuts off his breath and makes him feel like crying. His stranger scoffs.

“More than you realize, foolish human.”

He steps closer towards Hob, though, and his eyes rove over him with poorly disguised desire. It makes Hob breathe more easily again, the grip of fear around his heart loosening. He exhales shakily, feeling himself relax minutely. Hob has seen the same look in 1789 and knew back then as well as he does now that his stranger wants him, wants something from him, even if he isn’t sure what exactly it might be. Hob is fine with anything really, be it blood or sex or something else. He’d give his stranger anything he asked for - except his life. That, he intends to keep forever.

“You want me to use you, Hob? Very well. Show me then. That you are worth more than a cow.”

The cold words make Hob shiver and he sits back on his heels as the stranger steps into his space and roughly pushes his knees apart with his boot.

“Take your shirt off. I want to appraise my purchase.”

#own writing #smapril 2023 #dreamling #the sandman fanfiction #dream x hob #please read the warnings #teejay writes #tw slavery #nightmares

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ruiniel · 7 months

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Vodou symbolism in Castlevania Nocturne

Vodou developed among Afro-Haitian communities amid the Atlantic slave trade of the 16th to 19th centuries. Its structure arose from the blending of the traditional religions of those enslaved West and Central Africans, among them Yoruba, Fon, and Kongo, who had been brought to the island of Hispaniola. There, it absorbed influences from the culture of the French colonialists who controlled the colony of Saint-Domingue, most notably Roman Catholicism but also Freemasonry. Many Vodouists were involved in the Haitian Revolution of 1791 to 1801 which overthrew the French colonial government, abolished slavery, and transformed Saint-Domingue into the republic of Haiti.

At the heart of Vodou are the symbols known as vèvè. These cosmograms are intricate drawings made with cornmeal, coffee, or flour, and they serve as the visual representation of the spirits and deities (known as lwa, also called loa or loi) honored in Vodou. Each vèvè corresponds to a specific spirit, and invoking them involves drawing the corresponding symbol on the ground. This is often performed by an initiate who has learned the technique and is an essential part of Vodou rituals and ceremonies.

Let's look at some of the symbolism shown in Nocturne.

1. Agwe Arroyo or Agwe Tawoyo/Agwe 'Woyo - "Agwe of the Streams"

Captain of Immamou, the ship that carries the dead to the afterlife. He cries salt-water tears for the departed. He assisted the souls of those that suffered crimes against humanity during the trans-Atlantic slave trade. Agwe is called to calm the waves of the sea or ensure happy sailing, but mainly he is worshipped by those who fish and whose life depends on the life in the waters. People under his protection will never drown and water will never harm them.

2. Kouzen Zaka, or Azaka

The patron lwa of farmers, but he is also known as a lwa travay, a work lwa. Kouzen Zaka, represented by this vèvè, is the guardian of the fields in Haitian Vodou. The drawing of his symbol showcases elements of agricultural activity, including the earth, machete, sickle, hoe. Zaka is closely tied to work and is revered by farmers and those who rely on agriculture for their livelihood.

3. Erzulie Dantò or Ezilí Dantor

The main lwa of the Petwo lwa family in Haitian Vodou. She is a powerful and protective mother figure, often depicted holding a knife, symbolizes justice and will forcefully fight to protect her children, who are her loyal followers. She is a single mother, a Haitian peasant who is fiercely independent and takes care of her own, a strong protector of women and children.

4. Legba: The Guardian of the Gates

Papa Legba, the first spirit to manifest during a Vodou ceremony, holds a special place in the Vodou Pantheon in Haiti. His vèvè symbolizes his role as the barrier between the two worlds, with two perpendicular axes and his cane. Known as a trickster Loa, he usually appears as an old man on a crutch or with a cane, wearing a broad-brimmed straw hat and smoking a pipe, or drinking dark rum. The dog is sacred to him. He carries a sack on a strap across one shoulder from which he dispenses destiny. He is believed to speak all human languages. In Haiti, he is the great elocutioner: Legba facilitates communication, speech, and understanding. During Vodou ceremonies he opens the spiritual gateway that separates the Loas from our physical world.

In addition, Papa Legba is the guardian of portals, doors, and crossroads. His role is critical in any Vodou ritual, as he's the one who grants access to the other Loas and allows them to manifest themselves during the ceremony.

What we hear Annette chant in the series is 'Papa Legba: Ouvè Baryè'a' (Papa Legba: Open the Gate).

There's a lot more to dive into, but this was a summary.

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ebookporn · 1 year

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WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM BLACK AUTHORS

by Tiana Dunkley

I am not an avid reader. For a long time, graphic novels with fantastical illustrations were the only stories I found worth reading. When I started high school, I thought it was time to give more reading a try. So, I decided not to leave my reading experience in the hands of my English teachers, and I visited my high school library.

I read Chinua Achebe’s novel Things Fall Apart and became familiar with the names Okonkwo, Nwoye, and Ikemefuna. But after I returned the book to the library, I felt somewhat deprived. For me, Black history usually started with the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade, but in his novel, Achebe shared stories of pre-colonial life in Western Africa. As a place populated with tribes all bearing different languages, customs, and traditions, I was rarely given the chance to explore West African culture outside of Achebe’s words. His story wasn’t a fictious work to me, in my mind it must have always existed. Reading it made me realize all that I had been missing.

In another trip to the library, I found James Baldwin’s Nobody Knows My Name. I discovered how effective well-crafted essays can be. Baldwin’s words rung as a deep analysis of the American psyche—in ways that are more complex than any history or psychology class put together. “No one is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart: for purity, by definition, is unassailable,” he writes. His words are profoundly relevant as checking our biases becomes more of a common practice.

My reading journey continued with Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, a novel that explores the vastness of the diasporic experience. Then, I time-travelled to the Antebellum South in Kindred, a science-fiction story only Octavia Butler could think of. And finally, after letting go of what was weighing me down, I learned how to fly with Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon.

Black literature taught me everything I know about literature. I will always cherish the emotions these novels evoked and the ideas they left me with. I often wonder: would I have ever discovered these authors within a school’s curriculum? Black literature exists outside of the bounds of Black history month. With this, I think about books banned from the shelves of countless libraries around the world.

So, to writers like Baldwin, Achebe, Morrison, Butler, Adichie and all the rest I am left to discover—thank you for telling me how you see the world. Thank you for showing me that amid pain and destruction, there is also love and wonder. To readers like myself, I hope you find the value in literature—especially in the pages that you haven’t discovered yet. The new Black perspectives, experiences, and tales that we read educate us on individual human experiences that will forever bind us. The more time we take to understand each other, the better off we will be.

#black authors #black literature #book publishing #librarians #booksellers

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kariachi · 1 year

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I have a post somewhere with some worldbuilding for the merfolk ‘brand’ I’ve been writing the last few years that I was going to add to, but I can’t find it (thanks tumblr) so fuck it this shit gets it’s own post.

Merfolk have been recorded reaching depths of up to 600 ft (182 m), but normally stay within the first 200 ft (61 m) of the ocean’s surface

To avoid pressure issues, when swimming down or up they’re prone to swimming in large spirals which slow their rate of descent or ascent

They generally stay around the continental shelf rather than wandering into the open ocean, and can be found up into rivers and lakes

Schools typically contain between 50-200 members

While territorial boundaries are loose and people generally are good about sharing space and hunting grounds where they mix, schools can and will violently defend the hearts of their territory from other schools and/or from trespassing non-merfolk

Also aggressively defended are spawning grounds, which are shared between multiple schools

Spawning grounds generally consist of a crevice or canyon outside of the heart of any school’s territory (we dare you to try to make it part of the heart of your territory, pls)

Multiple whole schools come together and mix at them for several months every few years, with the individuals breeding and/or tending to eggs and fry spending their time in the crevice/canyon where spawning occurs, the general populace hanging out above that, and the various warriors, hunters, etc who aren’t breeding or tending tinies sticking to the outskirts in case trouble comes along

Really the main source of genetic mixing is a combination of these ‘get multiple schools together for spawning’ occasions, a tendency for new fry to just latch on to whatever adult when the time comes to leave whether they were originally their parent or not, and young adults fucking off for neighboring schools or to start schools of their own

Ask the Kumari, they have maps of where all the territory hearts and spawning grounds are, because peaceful politics requires not getting fins flared if you can help it

A side effect of their ‘we sing and the weather changes’ magic is that they can always understand an auditory language and their auditory language can always be understood

Due to this they’re popular translators and, since people can hear and understand their speech in water, scuba guides

Their relations with the other sapient species of Earth are more positive than not- even the Naga they have good relations with between them both being water critters of old- and river and lake schools will often have names relating to a Naga ‘ancestor’ (more likely the lover of an ancestor- we’ll get to it)- the merfolk not having been widely affected or involved in the old wars (most of that shit happened on land and merfolk involvement was limited to the span between the Laccadive and Mediterranean Seas, sides varied), and ongoing trade amongst the lot

Merfolk are, as a rule, very much open to trade and tend to work on a ‘don’t make a mess or start/bring shit in ours waters and we’re good’ policy, which is what leaves them with an overall positive relation with the various species, though things aren’t always great

Naval warfare didn’t really kick off until people could go into the open ocean because before then you were just as likely to get the local school sinking you both for starting trouble in their waters. Kumari Kandam’s city-serpent was straight up attacked once because they came too close during spawning season and didn’t leave when told, it’s still got the scars. The Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade ran into a lot more trouble. This is just scratching the surface

Trade between the merfolk and humans only partially involves actual goods exchange- primarily it takes the form of agreements for aid in things like recovery or rescue efforts involving downed ships and planes, oceanic research, maintaining shit humans put down there for their own use (always with permission because these fuckers can drown the coast), shit like that in exchange for material goods and luxury items like land-meat and land-produce

Due to their method of reproduction merfolk can’t breed outside their own species, but due to how that breeding works they also don’t have any real solid ties between it and romance. A side-effect of this is that there’s no real expectations regarding anything on the breeding side when it comes to romance, and so romances between merfolk and other species aren’t rare. The question is whether they work out and for how long, as with merfolk being primarily coastal nomads most relationships are very much long distance with iffy hopes of them becoming anything but

Merfolk colors can very widely- from whites to blacks and reds to greens- and unique patterning is commonplace. The odds of you not being able to tell two merfolk apart is slim

Bioluminescence is seen in merfolk, but isn’t particularly commonplace, seen in about 5% of the population

#oh look more stuff for mermay because i do like it i'm just bad

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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #14 (January 2nd - 14th)

Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!

i’ve got a lot to pine about by cable-knit-sweater Square filled: Adopted Square Oct - Kink: Friends with Benefits Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Friends with Benefits, idiots in love, pre-serum Steve Rogers, Christmas Fluff, Summary: Bucky loves Christmas, always has. Steve, however, his friend and fellow medical resident, struggles a little more during the holidays, especially now he doesn't have any family left. Bucky does his best to try to cheer him up a little and make sure that Steve will feel some of the holiday cheer. Thing is though, they're not just friends or colleagues. They've been hooking up for months, almost a year, and Bucky isn't sure how he's going to keep his feelings to himself for much longer. Because to him, this thing they have stopped being something casual a long time ago. Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

Captain America Story Time by CaptainJimothyCarter Square filled: B5 - Breakfast Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Fem!Bucky, idiots in love, Summary: When he accepted the job, Steve never thought it would end up with him dressed in a red, white, and blue suit and carrying a handmade shield to read to kids. He never thought he’d come to love it so much. Or that it would lead him to the woman of his dreams and delicious coffee. Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

late december with my heart in my chest and the clouds of my breath by Galks Square filled: B2 - Domestic Avengers Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Canon Divergent, Established Relationship, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Fluff and Smut Summary: Wanda is already in the kitchen when Steve and Bucky finally make it up to the common area, so he makes his way there while Steve heads to one of the couches, where Natasha and Clint are. Bucky can see them string popcorn and cranberries into a garland, which he assumes is going to go on the half decorated tree in the corner. It reminds Bucky of the few times he and Steve did the same thing when that was the only thing they could afford to make the apartment more festive. Bucky remembers having saved for weeks to be able to buy the nicest cranberries he could find. It’s funny, how Bucky always cared more about giving Steve an amazing Christmas than he ever did about Hanukkah and his own family traditions. There’s a menorah on the TV stand, which makes Bucky smile, and there are a few dreidel ornaments laying on the coffee table, waiting to be hung on the tree. Bucky hasn’t had anyone to share this part of his life with in such a long time, not since he traded Brooklyn for the battlefield back in 1943. He doesn’t think there is anyone better to share his heritage with than Wanda Maximoff. Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

Way Up in the Air by BBD2BH Square filled: B3 - Phobia Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern AU, Public Sex, Mile High Club, Age Gap, Shrinkyclinks Summary: When Steve Rogers gets on his trans-Atlantic flight, he’s not looking for anything other than getting to the end of it alive. That all changes when his seatmate distracts him from his phobia of flying in a mind-blowing way. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

I am searching high, I'm searching low in the night by andrea1717 Square filled: O3 - AU Wings Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternative Universe- Modern Setting, Fluff and Angst, Slow dancing Summary: Bucky's birthday takes a surprising turn. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

When the Lines are Blurred and Faded by hanitrash Square filled: I2 - AU: A/B/O Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/non-con, HTP (hydra trash party); forced breeding, Hydra!Steve Rogers, Alpha Steve Rogers Major tags: A/B/O, bottom bucky, trigger words, dark Steve Rogers Summary: Steve allows HYDRA to control him for one reason, and one reason only: they have Bucky. But he still finds ways to get what he wants while following their so-called "rules." Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

If your gonna have car trouble on a road trip... by Girl Back There Square filled: O1 - Tony Stark Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern AU, Road Trip, Flirting, Established Stony, Eventual Stuckony Summary: Bucky didn’t set out to upend his life in Indiana or his relationship with his boyfriend. Or thought he would contemplate becoming part of a polyamorous relationship with a married couple in a different state. Life can be funny sometimes. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

I Love Watching You (With Other Men) by hanitrash Square filled: I3 - Kink: Objectification Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: restraints, kinky husbands, voyeurism, objectification, sex worker Steve, bottom Steve Summary: During the heat wave of 1936, Bucky discovers a secret that Steve has been keeping from him. He also discovers a few things about himself in the process. In the future, they find new ways to recreate the past. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

I abandon myself to the glimpses of prior times by endlesstwanted Square filled: G1 - Breakfast Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Slice of Life, Baking, Domestic Fluff Summary: After a disastrous attempt to cook for Steve, Sharon and Bucky come up with a new idea to save breakfas Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

“What, Like It’s Hard?” by moodymelanist Square filled: O5 - Found Family Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts, fluff, avengers movie night, legally blonde references, Steve’s list Summary: Steve and Bucky settle in to cross some movies off Steve’s list. At least, it was supposed to only be Steve and Bucky. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

What Doesn't Kill Me (Still Hurts) by TrinityDay Square filled: Adopted square Oct - Mind Control Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: drabble sequence, hydra, whump Summary: Steve sees Bucky and he freezes. Hydra takes advantage and moves in before he recovers. Format: Drabble Sequence (under 1000 words)

Smoke You Out (And Burn You Alive) by CaptainJimothyCarter Square filled: N3 - Free Space Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: World War Threesome, Firefighter Bucky Barnes, Bookstore Owner Steve Rogers, Firefighter Peggy Carter, Idiots In Love Summary: When his childhood best friend comes back into his life, Steve realizes there’s an attraction there. At least, he thinks it’s there on both sides and that’s what leads him to kiss Bucky. Problem is, Bucky is married and Steve doesn’t learn this until after he kisses Bucky. And as his life goes, something out of a soap opera, he meets Bucky’s wife right after he kisses Bucky. Peggy can say she’s a patient woman but even she has her limits. She can only watch Steve and her husband dance around each other for only so long before she has to intervene and get these two to admit their feelings. In the meantime, she’ll try not to fall for Steve. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 4 #round up 14 #weekly round up #don't forget to fill out the submission form

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From Capitalism to Revolution: Understanding Haiti's Economic Struggles with the Film 'Madan Sara'

by Levi Wise Kenneth Catoe Jr.

The documentary from Etant Dupain, Madan Sara (2021), foregrounds the hard-working women at the heart of Haiti’s economy. I had the chance to see the documentary when it screened at Medgar Evers College on February 5, 2024, followed by a Q&A with the film’s co-executive producer, Lulaine Childs. The issues raised by the film resonated deeply at this moment, as Haiti faces a new crisis and the hard-won stability of the Madan Sara is threatened. The film is entirely in Haitian Creole and features one-on-one interviews, archival footage from Haitian revolts, and television news footage from the uprisings that have taken place in Haiti in recent years that have negatively impacted the country.

I was deeply impressed with the documentary and I felt empathy for the Madam Sara community. Because of the similarities in the African Diasporic experience, I connect to their experience in Haiti as if it were my own in the United States, although we were divided geographically through the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade. I hope that everyone has a chance to view this film and that it sparks discourse around the Madan Sara and the ongoing struggle for national autonomy in Haiti. It’s a conversation that is centuries in the making and needs, more than ever, to be had. To learn more about the film and the “Madan Sara,” I caught up with the film’s co-executive producer, Lulaine Childs.

Levi Wise-Catoe: Hi Lulaine! Could you please explain what the film Madan Sara is about and who the “Madan Sara” are?

Lulaine Childs: The women known as Madan Sara in Haiti work tirelessly to buy, distribute, and sell food and other essentials in markets throughout the country. Despite the obstacles faced by the women working in a sector that lacks investment, infrastructure, and state assistance, the Madan Sara continues to be one of the most critical parts of the Haitian economy and of who we are as a country. The Madan Sara documentary tells the stories of these indefatigable women who work at the margins to make Haiti’s economy run. Despite facing intense hardship and social stigma, the hard work of the Madan Sara puts their children through school, houses their families, and helps to ensure a better life for generations to come. This film amplifies the calls of the Madan Sara as they speak directly to society to share their dreams for a more just Haiti.

LWC: I loved the movie. What was your filmmaking process like? Was it an easy process or was it difficult? And if it was easy or difficult, how?

LC: Independent filmmaking is always a difficult process because funds are limited and time is of the essence. For this film, it wasn’t a particularly hard process because Etant, Tina, Natalie, Wesly, and the rest of the team really did the heavy lifting. I think having a good team in place is key to making the process easier because doing this alone would be very difficult even for the most seasoned filmmaker.

LWC: In the film, Haiti is depicted as a community held together by strong Black women and by Black women’s entrepreneurship. Do you feel that is something that connects to the Black community in the US as well, where the Black community is often held together by strong Black women?

LC: I think it’s a common thread among the African diaspora. The strong Black woman has been and continues to be the “poto-mitan” of the society [note: the “poto-mitan” is a pillar that is found as the central architectural feature of Haitian vodou temples]. Nothing moves without their participation. A lot of times the leadership of men is talked about and heralded. Oftentimes, Black women still have a hard time getting heard, although it has gotten better over the years. You find them being the head of a lot of households, they are the ones who are doing the organizing, and sometimes they are the faces of certain movements. Without the women being as strong as they are, Black communities all over the world would be in a state of chaos.

LWC: What is the message that you would like for people to walk away with after viewing your film?

LC: The Madan Sara, like all women who do their work in the global south, deserve to be praised and the issues that affect them need to be handled so the countries can move forward. Despite all the odds, the Madan Sara have been able to feed their families, put their kids through school, and maintain their lifestyle. However, in these modern times, Haiti as well as other countries where women do this work should find a way to help lighten the burden they carry doing the work. Things like health insurance, property insurance for their merchandise, safe streets, access to credit, clean workspaces, and adequate bathroom facilities at the market, are just some of the things that should be in place for them.

LWC: As a Haitian-American, do you feel more Haitian or American? Which culture defines your character, being Haitian or being a U.S.-American from Brooklyn?

LC: I’m definitely more American from Brooklyn, but the more I learn about Haiti it gives me a better sense of self, if that makes sense. I have come to integrate certain aspects of the culture to my lifestyle.

LWC: How does the strife in Haiti affect you?

LC: Personally, it doesn’t really affect me. My ties to Haiti are limited. However, I do have some colleagues and contemporaries from Haiti I work with, and through them and the news I get an understanding of how bad it is. People have basically had their lives upended because certain people in the country want to keep it on its knees. Anywhere black people are suffering whether it be Congo or Haiti, it’s a terrible situation. Even the situation in Palestine specifically with what’s happening in Gaza and what happened in Israel on October 7th, human suffering is a terrible burden to deal with.

LWC: How do you think your film may change the negative perception that people may have regarding Haiti? Haitians?

LC: I think after seeing the film people will learn something new about Haiti. I also think the film humanizes the Haitian woman who is working as a Madan Sara. When people read or watch the news, they may see a woman selling food in the public market and think nothing of it. I think after watching this film and really getting an idea of what this woman has to do to feed her family, it will give them a different idea of the country and its people.

LWC: In your own words, could you tell the audience of Musings blog why they should all go watch your film Madan Sara?

LC: I think the audience should see Madan Sara because they may learn something new about Haiti. Madan Sara is a different story from the usual stories of disaster and chaos that tend to circulate about the country. While most of those stories are about current events, stories about people like the Madan Sara exist and deserve to be told.

LWC: How do Haiti’s problems and social disorder affect the whole African Diaspora? Are we all impacted by the political rebellion taking place in Haiti? And how difficult was it for you to include gang warfare in your film?

LC: Haiti is arguably the greatest symbol of Black power in the world. Once the country declared its independence by defeating the French and keeping the other world powers at bay, it was a signal to the entire world—especially black people—that freedom and independence were attainable. However, since that time Haiti has suffered for it. Part of it could be a conspiracy by world powers to make Haiti look bad, as some would suggest. I think there are a lot of things happening at the same time. Corruption, bad and weak governance, the lack of true relationships with other countries, the inability to grow the economy, and the unfettered presence of NGOS, in my opinion, have all worked to put Haiti in its current state. I also think part of the disorder is due to the long-lasting impact of slavery and colonialism throughout the African diaspora. I think there are still things we are learning about how slavery was and the mental impact it had on our people. In addition, I think the very real emotional, mental, and physical trauma still rears its ugly head even in the ways we act and how the outside world views the African diaspora. That is the reason unity and economic independence are always talked about, but never really materialize.

LWC: How do you feel regarding current news about the Haitian gangs’ war against law enforcement and the freeing of Haitian prisoners? And how does this affect Black people in the U.S. who are also dealing with our own mass incarceration?

LC: The situation in Haiti continues to get worse because of the insecurity in the country due to the elected officials and others in their positions not doing their work. A situation like a prison break isn’t new in Haiti, but obviously, it is a terrible occurrence on top of the recent events taking place in the country. It just adds to the narrative of the country being chaotic, but it took years to get to this state. A lot of people abdicated their responsibility while in power or were just corrupt officials using their positions and their resources to cause damage to the country. As far as Black people in the U.S. it just gives those who already have negative ideas about us somewhere they can point their finger, making it seem like there is a simple answer. Those same people will ignore everything that came before and the effect it had which may lead to a situation like what’s taking place in Haiti. Corruption, the institutionalization of bad ideas, and the abdication of responsibility by those in power, all play huge roles in the mass incarceration of Black people.

LWC: What film are you working on now?

LC: We are working on a comedy film called Mainland. We are also working on a documentary about the 1974 Haitian World Cup team. We are also helping other filmmakers promote and distribute their projects. One of them is a short film called N’AP Boule by Alexandrine Benjamin, a filmmaker from Haiti.

LWC: Thank you so much for your thoughtful replies, and best of luck in everything that you are working on. I look forward to your further success. Finally, as a filmmaker myself, I am interested if you are also utilizing the film competition route, which helps to build exposure and accolades.

LC: Yes, with this specific film, we entered different film festivals and won some awards. However, we didn't want to stay in that loop. For documentaries, a lot of the time the different distribution companies that work in the space tend to have a formulaic way of marketing the film, and the ones that approached us about distribution I felt weren't going to do a good job. So we decided to keep it ourselves and work on the film on our own. We have had a lot of success so far, we are just going to keep going with it.

LWC: Is there anything further that you would like to pass on as far as how someone may be able to find any additional information regarding your film?

LC: Not a problem, we have a website; feel free to use any additional information regarding the story: https://www.madansarafilm.com/

The media plays a crucial role in shaping the outcome of the Black narrative that affects the way Black people are viewed around the world – and this time, journalists must get it right. BOSS is committed to doing so, but we can only do it with reader support.

Levi Wise Kenneth Catoe Jr.

Editor, BOSS

#haiti crisis #black literature #black entrepreneurship #black history #free haiti #haitian #world news #news

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10/31/23 THE RESTORATION OF A LOST NATION!

Grand Rising Holy Negroes!

Today we cover The Restoration of a Lost Nation which as we've learned are Negroes that are confined within the Americas and around the world as a result of The Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade!

As the earth is thrown into turmoil surrounding the biggest fraud ever perpetrated in history we will read about the Promised Restoration of God's Set Apart Nation from the book Wake Up To Your True Identity by Maurice Lindsey.

The claim of those in The State of Israel to be God's Chosen People is a lie that must be confronted as their assertion has been at the center of so many conflicts and now threatens to be the catalyst that begins WWIII.

Is The State of Israel the Nation that is being "restored"?

Are Israelis The Chosen of God?

We'll get to the heart of the matter and find answers that may give us hope and a keen insight into our Position as a Restored Nation!

Selah!

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ganglands-marseillais · 7 months

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Slumdog Millionaire (2008) - IMDb

Greetings Cyril Ramaphosa Idris Elba,

I want to make a movie on Gold Smuggling through a Township Point of View and Western Projects called Slumdog Millionaire: My Richness Is Life.

I will add a Themed Philosophy similar to The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari but Decadence is a Sub Plot.

Idris these are my personal examples:

Philosophy

True Identity

Kaizen

Logotherapy

Having a Lion's Heart

Reproduction

Astrology

Atlanta Trap Culture

Creolité and Negritude

African Diaspora

Sub Plots

Decadence

Shango

Pre-colonial Africa

Trans-atlantic Slave Trade

Warlord-ism

African Drums and Shamanic Drumming

Enochian Magic

Franc Zone

West African Pound

Tech-Driven Solutions Agronomics

Conflict Prevention and Reconstruction Unit

Regards,

Adrian Blake-Trotman

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NE$$ - Illegal Business (feat. Coach Nym & Rukus) (prod. by Baby J)

In the ever-evolving landscape of contemporary underground hip-hop, where artists often blur the lines between musical expression and sociopolitical commentary, RBG MC’s NE$$ and Coach NYM, in collaboration with UK producer Baby J deliver ‘Illegal Business’, a powerful sonic manifesto inspired by the KRS One/BDP classic of the same name. Featuring the distinctive voice of UK rapper Rukus on chorus, this track emerges as a striking commentary on the ‘The Trap’ and the systemic injustices that have woven themselves into the fabric of America.

The song opens with Rukus on the haunting chorus, echoing the assertion that the illicit drug trade and the prison-industrial complex exert a vice-like grip on the very heart of America. This recurring refrain serves as a stark reminder that individuals from marginalized communities are pushed to risk everything in their quest for financial security, in a society where the underbelly wields immense control.

NE$$’ first verse is a canvas painted with vivid strokes of street life, where survival often depends on a perpetual hustle. His verses are a masterful blend of historical allusions, evoking the horrors of the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade, with contemporary snapshots of life on the streets. With unapologetic lyricism, he traces the arduous journey of those navigating a world where dodging law enforcement has become a daily ritual, and incarceration feels like an inescapable rite of passage.

#youtube #underground hip hop #rap #NYC

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Trans-Atlantic Heart Trade intro!!

It is a romance webcomic set in the 1930s and focuses on the budding relationship between the wireless operators of the R.M.S Queen Mary and the S.S Normandie as their boats become the greatest maritime rivals in existence

Why the name?

Trans-Atlantic Heart Trade (TAHT) for short is a play on words for the Trans-Atlantic Passenger Trade, a booming industry that relied on ocean liners for years until passenger planes became the method of travel,

When will it be posted?

August 31st 09:30 GMT!

What's this account gonna be used for?

General brain rotting, progress updated and a place to throw my characters into the void and as an archive of sorts for all that's made for this project incase of a technology fail

Who are the main characters?

James Peterson is a British male from Leeds who is 27, 6'0ft and pansexual, his birthday is the 6th February and he works on the R.M.S Queen Mary

Georges Gillian Alleman is a French male from the Normandy area who is 26, 5'9ft and gay a homosexual if you will, his birthday is the 18th September and he works on the S.S Normandie

Why boats?

They're cool and I think there should be more maritime romances that aren't Titanic flavoured

#general intro to the comic #webcomic #TAHT #Trans Atlantic Heart Trade #webcomic idea #comic

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Belated Analysis: Black Panther, African Ancestry & Tribal Roots (Times 5‽)

Note: This was originally published upon my Medium account on June 5 of 2018

No, this is not another review of the movie Black Panther (as the world does not need another in-depth analysis of Marvel’s most melanin movie), but rather a hindsight observation of the film’s impact upon my life.

Note: Cue the Wakanda music please.

After experiencing Black Panther in theaters, I noticed two things about my new altered state of mind:

I acquired an odd desire to wear jewelry (previously I scoffed at the idea of wearing anything that lacked practical application)

An intense obsession to know which tribe I hailed from was birthed within me (to the point of affecting my sleeping patterns)

Before Black Panther, the only pieces of ”jewelry” that I wore was the Apple Watch & Leatherman Tread.

I wore the Apple Watch due to its ability to track my exercise habits & as a bonus monitor my heart health via EKG readings (the latter is due to the Kardia Band by Alive Cor).

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The Leatherman Tread’s usefulness as my primary Hex Key tool made it an EDC (Every Day Carry) item, & as a bonus, it could cut up boxes, open up my iPhone sim card sans paper clip, open up annoying bottle caps, etcetera.

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After watching Black Panther, an emotion to acquire ”vanity wear” jewelry manifested, although I was selective in which items I wore.

Simple, elegant pieces that inspire was my desire, although out of a sense of duty to support the newly minted Wakandan franchise I opted only to purchase licensed Marvel goods.

Using T’Challa as a blueprint, I ended up purchasing:

The Ultimate Claw Necklace by Douriean Fletcher

Wakandan Kimoyo Beads by Rock Love Jewelry

Wakandan Royal Ring (movie style which is only on Amazon) by What’s Your Passion Jewelry

A Black Panther hat from Bioworld

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Why these items‽

Black Panther’s necklace reminded me of the power of African culture which can be used for good or (in KillMonger’s case) for evil.

Douriean Fletcher (who was a jeweler for the Black Panther movie) captured this perfectly with her Ultimate Claw Necklace.

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Wakandan Kimoyo Beads are (at their essence) an advanced Apple Watch.

However, they do remind me that communicating & connecting with my fellow Africans (both in the Diaspora as well as the those privileged to live on the continent) is a healthy experience that I should not ignore.

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The Royal Wakandan Ring reminds me of my ancestral heritage as an African & despite my separation from the continent (due to the historic slave trade), I will always be African no matter where I travel upon this Earth.

Why the Black Panther hat‽ I just like hats, that’s all! Plus I enjoy displaying my passion via a cap (which I do to the annoyance of New England Patriots haters).

A Tribal Pursuit‽

After watching Black Panther the desire to discover my ancestry increased to obsessive levels.

Unfortunately, (at the time) I believed that is was nearly impossible to identify which tribe or various tribes I hailed from due to:

The lack of genealogical records due to the trans-Atlantic slave trade

Lack of focus by geneticists on retracing ancient African DNA (unlike European or Native American DNA)

Fruitless Google searches of ”African ancestry” pulled up unsatisfying results from folks using 23andme & Ancestry.com (as both lobbed Africans into general regions of the continent).

Fortunately, Chadwick Boseman of Black Panther fame spoke about a company that could help end my quest & help me find my tribe!

African Ancestry boasted that they could not only help locate which countries my ancestry hailed from but also identify the respective tribes as well.

Note: As a bonus African Ancestry (as my brother just mentioned as I was typing this post) respects genetic privacy & destroys your sample after your DNA is analyzed.

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I was excited until I saw the price of the tests (which were three times more expensive than rivals).

However, I immediately felt shame because I was willing to spend over $500 on an iPhone, iPad or Apple Watch (which I would ditch two years later), but hesitated at paying for both tests whose information would affect me for the rest my life.

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Instead of acquiring a new iPad I decided to purchase both tests.

Patriarchal kit to analyze my Y chromosome

Matriarchal kit to analyze the mitochondrial DNA on my X chromosome

After two months of (im)patiently waiting, African Ancestry mailed back my results with the following revelations.

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Yoruba (in Nigeria) was the only tribe discovered on my Father’s side, & to my surprise, there are a lot of us! Over 40 million in fact!

After discovering my Yoruba heritage, my desire for Wakandan wear was replaced by an interest in traditional Yoruba outfits.

I discovered a few interesting outfits on Etsy as well as Afrikrea (created by Nigerians nonetheless), which I will try to obtain as soon as my funds allow.

Matriarchal Mega Genes‽

Update: African Ancestry informed me of a fifth tribe on my X-Chromosome that they forgot to mention! Updated results below!

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Update: African Ancestry informed me of another tribe on my X-chromosome!

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My genes on the X chromosome (within the mitochondria DNA) revealed a greater African diversity which included:

Fula tribe residing in Guinea-Bissau

Mende tribe in Sierra Leone

Temne tribe in Sierra Leone

Kpelle tribe in Liberia

Mandinka tribe from Senegal

I was excited about being related to two tribes within the same country in Sierra Leone (as it will cut down on future travel expenses) until I discovered that both tribes are rivals & have a history of fighting each other.

The Fula & Mandinka tribes, however, reside in neighboring nations (as Guinea-Bissau & Senegal border each other), so exploring both in person should be more comfortable on the bank account.

Update: Kpelle in Liberia is next to Sierra Leone, which should make planning a trip to Africa even more interesting.

What’s Next‽

Visiting these tribes is the next step, although until I travel there, I will continue to share my results with my friends & family (the latter who are more excited about the results than I am).

Also…Wakanda Forever! I just had to say it! LOL! (although now I am in the mood to watch Black Panther again)

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#africa #black panther #personal #african american #black #SoundCloud #Instagram #Vimeo #Youtube

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