February 25, 2012 in Sa-Roc
“The word ‘chi’ means the primal force, that which expresses itself as consciousness. The ‘chi’ manifests itself as mind. All embodied ‘chi’ can enter into a zone where the whole of creation flows into one life. So ‘chi’ is a creative force. And there are formulas by which we set the ‘chi’ into a state of vibration, and by so doing whatever we ask becomes. You use sound and water (alcohol in libation pouring symbolises water) because ‘chi’ is related to both. Both sound and water are the source of life. So libation pouring is simply setting your life-force into a state of vibration. Therefore, ‘fochidi’ means set your life force into vibration and let it sound so that other life forces may hear and heed your sound. You direct at the causes of all causes, and it will bring you what you want. Vibration is the mother of creation.” -Dr. Dartey Kumodji from “Sunsum as Conscious Energy: A Viable Scientific Postulate” by Martin Adjei
sol messiah and i got a chance to see the powerful brotha and his wife speak yesterday at the shrine of the black madonna in atlanta. if you missed it, here’s a video of the brotha building. this is brain food. eat up.
February 18, 2012 in Afrika, Astro Chronicles, Culture, Disography, Ether Warz, EVENTS, Fashion, Food, Food Clothing &Hip Hop, FYI, God Hop Movement, Health, Hip Hop, History, Incredible Findings, Interviews, Journey of a Starseed, Life Experience, Merchandise, Moors, Movies, Music, NOVELS, On the Scene, Performances, Photo Blogging, Quotables, Sa-Roc, Sa-Roc TV, Science, Spoken Word, Supernova, Video Blogging
this is a beautiful and inspirational song and video AAAAAAND i want esperanza’s earrings!
growing up i attended an afrikan centered school where we were required to rock traditional afrikan clothing as part of our daily uniform. Most of the girls, including myself, wore lappas, which is roughly 2-3 yards of african cloth wrapped around the waist and worn as a skirt. I never got real fly with it, because i happened to be in my grunge stage at the time, which didn’t blend real well with afrikan clothing. though i did wear my camo field jacket, a lappa and combat boots very regularly. After i matriculated, i became much more aware of style aesthetics and had grown far past the idea of wearing a lappa everyday. Though i still adored african fabric and clothing, i wanted to rock it more fly, and less traditional. Incidentally on my first trip to afrika, senegal to be exact, i found a tailor who fashioned me a pair of afrikan print cargo pants!
More recently, what i’ve been looking for has been much easier to find. The fashion world has become enthralled with ethnic/afrikan fabric, the bold and colorful motifs found everywhere from Target to the backs of supermodels traipsing down the runways of New York fashion week. At first it annoyed me to no end. The cultural vampires had struck again, usurping the very culture that it sought to initially oppress. it still does annoy, but it has also helped in a twisted way. the same folks that used to turn up their noses at my colorful lappas and beaded bangles are now following a new fashion trend that boldly declares mama afrika as a fashion icon.
I have since enlisted a tailor stateside to create my fashionable machinations. i also diligently peruse the internet to find fly afrikan designers to fulfill my fly cultural needs. designers like tennille mcmillan of nakimuli clothing, hekima hapa of harriet’s by hekima, and boxing kitten are just a few of my fave designers that have captured my eye for flyness. this “trend” has a potentially powerful impact. What has started as a seemingly superficial fashion movement could inspire thousands of fashionistas to look beyond the surface and more deeply into a powerful cultural and historical legacy that has influenced the entire planet. next time you choose that fly ‘fit to rock, think for a moment. whose style aesthetic am i choosing to represent? it might make all the difference.
February 5, 2011 in Sa-Roc
i’ve had an immense love for henna since i was 13 years old. one of my favorite haunts was an indian boutique that offered henna as well. when i begun working there 6 years later, i fell hard for the bold and beautiful art form. i would forgo pay for hennaed hands and bindis, savoring the heavy herbal scent and the slight tickle of the paste as it landed on my skin. every summer my hands and feet would be stained bright red with paisleys and flowers, accenting the bangles on my wrists and the indian skirts i favored back then. it was a way for me to express a sensuality that i normally suppressed behind my modesty. for me to be bold in spite of my shyness. it was my connection to my kemetic ancestry through the tip of a henna cone. several years later, on my last night in senegal, i was blessed to have a wolof sister named adam do henna designs on my hands and feet. the designs were very different from the very floral indian designs i was used to, but her geometric patterns were dope just the same. when i came home, i took a piece of senegal with me, imbued with a connection to my sisters and the culture we shared. where my henna normally lasted about 2 weeks, her designs lingered for 6 months! i haven’t had henna since then, and my hands are itching for a fresh coat. until then, i’ll longingly gaze at photographs til i can be blessed with the tip of the cone again……[slideshow]
January 29, 2011 in Sa-Roc