Sunday, May 31, 2009

Woo...Boy! I just HAD to post this!

Eat my historical dust all you moralistic Igbo men!!!


UPDATE:
So according to this document, we had crossbows.
Seriously?

According to this:
Uvele - Bolt from Crossbow.
Akpede - Crossbow
Ota - Bow
Edide - Poisoned Arrow
Ibiebili or Ibubunku - Barb of an Arrow
Ota (diff tone of course) - Shield (made of wicker)
Ota (Again, diff tone) - Cloth made by Hausas

Also:

Otokoto - Mud (based on this I'm going to assume that Poto-Poto is a word of Yoruba origin)

Idu - Benin City ( fancy that!)

Obwa - Spear

Ube - Toy Spear used to train children

Get this, there are different names for different spears depending on their design and the shape of the spear head.

Nkokpa - War Club (the kind you use to bash your enemy's skull in! :D) Also Nkolo

Yay for weapons and bloody warfare!!! :D


Okay, so of course, his spelling or whatever might be a teensy weensy bit off, but we forgive him for he is British.

So I know everyone's been asking what books I've been reading and I would love to tell you all right now, but I'm doing research for the Penguin African Writer's contest so I promise you, once the manuscript is completed I will publish a FULL list of every book I have read on Igbo history, language, and culture.

Pinky Promise. :D

Saturday, May 30, 2009

A Thank You to an Unlikely Helper

A lot of people might be surprised that this is coming from me of all people but I just have to say it.

As bad as colonialism was, some good came out of it that I am eternally thankful for. I have been doing some amazing research on ancient Igbo culture and I have discovered a wealth of information on Igboland in the 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, and 20th centuries buried deep in the libraries of universities around New York. I'm talking about detailed information about every aspect of Igbo culture and the Igbo land from the most interesting to the most mundane complete with first hand accounts, photographs, transcripts, drawings, maps, you name it, it's here and I am thankful!

So, although you came to do a bad thing, thank you to the men that meticulously recorded everything that they saw, felt, heard, and experienced while in Igbo land. Thank you for asking questions and inquiring when you were confused or unsure. Thank you for pursuing the facts and for finding the explanations and the reasons why even when you felt ridiculous. Thank you for enduring malaria and the heat and for painstakingly drawing up maps and details. I know you didn't do it for me. I know you didn't mean it for any of us, but because you went and you did, I and other Igbo people can learn about our ancestors, what their lives were like, what they believed in, what they did.

Not everything is accurate of course, and since the writer is European he spelled quite a number of things wrong but he did a damn good job.

I am reading a number of seriously old and tattered books on Igbo land and culture written hundreds of years ago and all this stuff is FASCINATING. In these books I have discovered names for things and words that haven't been heard in conversational Igbo in at least a hundred years. In these books I have found Igbo words that I am willing to bet 90% of the Igbo population today wouldn't recognize or do not know. It is simply overwhelming how much is in here and sometimes I get so excited I want to cartwheel down the hall (I used to be a gymnast but I'm too fat to do a handstand now - may arms would break).

What is most amazing is the level of DETAIL here. Most books on Igbo culture or Igbo land written in the past fifty years by Igbos are very vague as though we have collectively forgotten a huge part of our culture, and it's true we have. These books I have found were written by British explorers that came to trade, officers sent to survey the land to assess it for colonization, travelers, etc. I understand that in those times people had a lot more time on their hands compared to our busy fast paced lives of today so these men really took their time recording every minute detail of the Igbo civilization. It's breathtaking. They took their time to break down the grammar of Igbo, they inquired about the rules, they recorded festivals, superstitions, beliefs, even bloody farming! They took down every detail meticulously.

I can't even begin to express all the new things I've discovered about my people. I know colonialism wasn't right, and I know the British of the time were bitchasses for doing it, and I know that the men that made all these records that are now available to me thought we were beneath them and I know that sometimes when I read through these documents I see the word "primitive" spring up everywhere and that it pains me, but I am grateful for their work, so thank you.

UPDATE:

Oma asked me to post some of the stuff I've discovered here so I'm just going to type out two short paragraphs on the Changeling in Igbo culture.

"Changeling - In this connection may also be mentioned the belief in changelings. It is said that a child of three years who cannot creep or walk has come through or from a stream. At Ubulubu they take it to the Oto River with mashed yams on a plate. It changes into a python, and goes back into the stream.
In Asaba the same ceremony is performed in the house, and if the child turns into a snake, it is killed. Some children are said to turn into monkeys. A changeling is known as nwa di mwo and I have been seriously assured by more than one person that they have actually seen the transformation."

This was directly typed from the book which is lying in my lap. It just occured to me that as far as magic and the occult is concerned in Africa, we will never really know if it exists or not. I just approach things of an allegedly magical nature with a bit of caution is all.

Either way there's loads of other fascinating things here which I will share with you all by and by.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Dare Has a New Video....

..... And that is all I'm going to say :D



Sunday, May 24, 2009

African Film Festival

I just got back from the African Film Festival in Brooklyn. It was totally amazing. I bought tickets for the shorts at the Brooklyn Academy of Music so I got to see three very different but equally important short films about Africa. The first was Come back to Sudan which was a docu-pic about a young Sudanese man that fled to America when he was separated from his family in the war and how he and his adopted American mother make it back to Sudan and find his real mother and family. The second was an interesting silent Zairean short about a man that smuggles himself to London in a container to join his cousin but is caught and sent back, and the third was the amazing, amazing, This is My Africa by Zina Saro-Wiwa.

I especially loved This is My Africa because she collected people from all over Africa (although there were more Nigerians than anyone else) and she asked them really simple questions about Africa, but the answers moved me. They responded and talked about things that we who grow up on the continent get to experience but that the rest of the world never sees. Anyone who has grown up on the continent like I have will know that there is no greater beauty than the Nigerian sky just before heavy rain. They talked about Suya and Pounded Yam and Fela and Things Fall Apart and High Life and the comical expressions that colour our everyday lives like "Chineke me!" and "Pick race" and so many other beautiful things that make Africa unquestionably home for me.


Honestly coming out of the theatre I felt awesomely fortunate to be from where I am from, and I realised that being Igbo, being Nigerian, being African is such a great privilege because unlike so many people in this world we are surrounded each day by majestic beauty; beauty of thought, of music, of creation, of dance, beauty of being.


It was breathtaking. And outside there was a beautiful African fair. There were some Caribbean stands but I didn't stop at those. I got an amazing Moroccan perfume bottle (I have always wanted one of those), I also got a centuries old Bambara ring in the shape of a chameleon for $3!!! I have wanted one of these rings from the first day I opened a Smithsonian Museum of African Arts book!

My Perfume Bottle, soon to be filled with Romance


The Chameleon is such a poignant sign of what we need on the continent right now
*sigh*

It was so cool because I felt like I had a secret discount coupon that nobody else knew about. I basically went from stand to stand chatting with the sellers, and I stopped in this stand that was selling masks, and then I screamed "Holy shit! That's a Bamun mask! I've been hunting for those for ages!" And the seller laughed and he picked up a figure and he said "do you know what this is?"
Ignore my tattered nail polish and ashy hands. I am on holiday... and lazy

Of course I did. "It's an Ibeji statue. Where's the other one?" (For those that don't know, Ibeji figures are small statues of twins - Yoruba made - and they ALWAYS come in pairs)

He laughed and then he asked me how come I knew so much about his masks, and I told him I was Nigerian. He then proceeded to give me a 50% discount on the Bamun mask I had been lusting after. I'm getting my mask for only $120 down from $350!!!! I'm going back there tomorrow to pick it up and to see the Dance Africa 2009 performance. :D



I also found an amazing foldable Okwe (Nchokolo {or Ayo if you're Yoruba}) board at another stand. The moment I saw the seller I said "You're Ghanaian." And he asked how I knew, so I told him I was Nigerian and he gave me the Okwe board for 20 bucks!!! Sweetness!!!!

I am totally beside myself with happiness. I was looking for jigida since some of mine broke a while ago (no, this had NOTHING to do with pizza) but I came with a group of people so I had to get going. The last day of the fair is tomorrow, and if you're in the NYC area then you should DEFINITELY check it out.




I'm in love, I definitely MUST go see Muslim Voices and Munrunyangabo:

I think the swelling is going down...


Also,

I have a new blog!! I set up a blog for The Ndebe Project and it's full of great resources, updates about the project and lessons and tutorials so please check it out!

Friday, May 22, 2009

Sugabelly Speaks: Africans vs African Americans


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Ebonaid: The Genius in Small Things

Finally! A small company called Ebonaide is producing plasters (or Band-Aids as they are more popularly known) for people with skin tones other than white!! I am soooooo excited about this and I think it's about damn time.

The irony of this is that last year I was having a discussion with a white friend of mine who didn't believe that White Privilege existed. He asked me "What exactly is White Privilege?"

I told him "White Privilege is walking into any pharmacy in America 100% assured that you will find a Band-Aid that will blend into your skin."

Now Black people can heal their wounds in private too!!

Please support Ebonaide. I went to their website and it's a bit badly constructed so it is obvious that they are a very small company and are just starting out. Right now they are looking for wholesalers for their product (i.e. pharmacies and drug stores) so I don't think you will see their product on shelves just yet, but I do know that once they do get on shelves, Ebonaide will be the ONLY bandages that I will ever buy.


Monday, May 18, 2009

When I was five...

... he was my best friend. My FIRST best friend. The original. He was five too. So that helped. He was also my first kiss but it doesn't count because we were both five and didn't even understand the implications of a kiss.

So, TECHNICALLY, he was my first kiss, but figuratively, I think not.

He and his family moved away that same year and we lost contact for ten years. Maybe more.

A few years ago, we found each other on the Internet.

He was my best friend. He was my partner in scraped knees and grubby fingernails. He dug up worms and terrified me with them. He let me ride his brother's bike when neither of us were tall enough to operate it properly.

Three years ago I found him again on the internet. I was happy, but there was something else.

Oh God, I have addictions and I don't want him to become one of them.

Fifteen years ago he was a short muddy kid with boogers the size of small stones that he tried to stick on me. I was fine with that. I could deal.

The problem is, now:


Age 20

Monday, May 11, 2009

Much to My Mother's Dismay....

I have always been a fan of piercings.....

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

My Baby Cousin....

Has the most pinchable pinchy pinchicious cheeks in the history of pinchably pinchy cheeks!!


Isn't he gorgeous?

Monday, May 4, 2009

My Baby is Back!!!!!

If anyone has been wondering where I've been, let me tell you.

My laptop broke. :(

My three month old HP Pavilion dv5 BROKE!!!!

OMG it was terrible, and so so stupid!!!!!

I promised I would give up Hulu for Lent and one night in the middle of Lent I decided to watch Hulu and I think God punished me by making me knock my laptop off my chest and onto the floor below with a sickening crash.

But never fear!!! The wizards at Hewlett-Packard have brought my baby back to life and all is well with the world!!!!!!!!

This is my first post from my laptop and I am so, so happy!!!!

Except for the small fact that I have an Accounting exam in less than 3 hours.

Drat! Double Drat!
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