hello world
just got my last kwani - sls kenya post ate
pissed me off when you paying
the kind of bob im paying for computer time
ima do a quick version and im outta here
only one set of computers in town and thats at the postoffice
100 bob a card
on lamu, island in the indian ocean off kenya
its like ive gone back in time about 2 centuries
little islamic coasttown, tight little mazed streets
people hanging out on their roofs and balconies to
catch the sea breeze you dont catch in the mazes below
im living separate from everybody else on the roof
of somebodys house, didnt realize it till i came down
stairs and this guy was brushing his teeth in the courtyard below
we stood there staring at each other in still life surprise
before we nodded good morning and went on about our business . .
my carnivore reading went well
working with this band called sent-a-lain
and we took the roof off the sucker
jumped off the stage (havent done that in years - its a wonder
my trick knee didnt give out on me)
and went out amongst the audience using my longtailed
rattle to remove conditions and all
started dancing and prancing behind the bandwork
doing my shamans dance
and i been doing this thing lately when i do shine where i use
when the shark trying to get shine to stop swimming to
comment on politics of the day
had the shark offer shine some personalized social security accounts
some fema trailers and some ocean front propety down in cuba
shark said dont pay no attention to all those reports about torture shine
you know i wouldnt do that shine, you know i wouldnt hurt you shine
then i commence to commenting on kenyan politics, scandals i been reading about
the shark offer shine a big mess of tribal patronage in the expanded cabinet
offered him some police jobs (big bribery thing) and his your own breathalyzer shine,
your own bank account (police corruption again)
oh i was on a roll
then i preached and prophesized my firstborn mythwork (it was east africa afterall)
and spoke truth to the people (at least my truth)
instead of my customary general audience act w/its healing theme
i did my hoodoo prophet act which i only do when i got a downhome audience
deeprooted in the tradition
and sometime you do your act and the magic dont come down
this time the magic came down, in large part because of sentalein
we didnt even rehearse or nothing - but they took me to higherground
they were fronted by this incredible blind guitarist michel onigaro
my boy oneko on drums and two other brothers
ima hit with them again - swear by all thats holy i am
and i threw divination while i was hitting the highpoints like
stand up you mighty race and
i have had visions, ive seen the promised land
if you would reclaim your legacy as gods holy instrument
you must stand on higherground
i been pondering public divination ever since i read a book
on the prophets of east africa that said the difference between a diviner
in these cultures and a diviner/prophet was that the diviners readings
were private readings for personal issues
while the diviner/prophets readings
were also public readings concerning tribal issues
and as you may or may not know, i aspire to the prophetic
was at one point inspired to give binya one of the
highjohn roots from my divination pouch
told them what highjohn means to us
the hopebringer, the burdenbearer, the battlefighter, the jackpot winner
an ultimate force, a mighty power
said he might be in mississippi when the lash falls on a slave in the sudan
but before the blood is dry on the back the conqueror is there
whispering hold on - our day is coming
told them the old folk say the conqueror got blackfolk out of slavery
by tricking old massa - that afterwards the soul of the conqueror went into
the highjohn root - to return whenever blackfolk in need
even the space contributed, i wont even try to describe the carnivore
but i got posters, kwani reading featuring yours truly - a good time was had by all
so then we came to lamu, a airkenya commuter flight and a dhow
and its like we are in another world
and im living on somebodys roof with very archaic facilities, its deep
and at night everybody is on roofs and balconies catching those sea breezes
its like the rooftops of lamu are another city on top of the one below
i slept on the roof last night, theres a bed out there with a mosquito net
this roof cat has adopted me and we sat there watching our world
and stars like you wouldnt believe
my little group back in naroibi decided to call themselves
the page
i dont know what got into me making all those commitments
but ima try to get them through - feel like they depending on me
i made a lot of promises - babajohn o killens kind of promises
tripping me out that im the only african american writer again
specially since its such a special moment with this kwani thing
and there is a hunger for that connection
both among the young kenyan writers and
regular folk - at least here on lamu
since i been here folk calling out to me
when they see me walking down the street
cause of my dreads mostly - burning spear they call me
this morning i was talking to this brother running solidarity mack
(he was trying to sell me something)
but after the deal he was still full of solidarity and talking about how
african americans are 'fighting for all of us'
he said, there you are strong, here we are still weak, you are fighting for us all
and i kept trying to tell him that we struggling there too, and i wouldnt exactly call us strong
but he was insistent, no you are strong and you are fighting for us all
and all his buddies came up pleased to see an african american brother touristing
talking about how they have to maintain and how inspired they are by our struggle
though i think they would have been even more inspired if i had been from kingston
cause it was the dreads more than anything else that spoke to them
burning spear is obviously iconic with them cause when i walk down the street
folk point me out and whisper burning spear burning spear
its a friendly town
tight little town with folk all up in your space like that i guess they have to be
interesting dynamic w/the african/islamic - tourist/cosmopolite character
folk still wary but they smile, nod greetings, try to be helpful
whereas in nairobi folk got that urban armor on
look at you with that sharp urban wariness or like you fresh meat
the blackfolk of lamu obviously feeling a little pressured
cause they got that blackworld solidarity thing happening
aint nothing like it - resonates in my africanamerican soul
when blackfolk on the twisty little streets of lamu call out
to me as i walk by - smile when they see me
give me that little nod all blackfolk understand
like this young guy keep riding by on one of those lamu donkeys
when he see me he raise he fist and yell rastaman freeman
somewhat embarassed
i fist him back and go respect respect
and i hear him yelling at my back
rastaman freeman
i try my brother
i try
my love to you all
may the gods be good to us all
in the coming year
rickydoc flowers
wouldbe prophet of
the hoodoo way
awaken the sleeper
protect the weak
guide the strong
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