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Books by Kalamu ya
Salaam
The Magic of JuJu: An Appreciation of the Black Arts
Movement /
360:
A Revolution of Black Poets
Everywhere Is Someplace Else: A Literary Anthology
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From A Bend in the River: 100 New Orleans Poets
Our Music Is No Accident /
What Is Life: Reclaiming the Black Blues Self
My Story My Song (CD)
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Films by Haile Gerima
Adwa: An African Victory /
Sankofa /
Ashes and Embers
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Haile
Gerima in Ghana
By Kalamu ya Salaam USA based, Ethiopian filmmaker Haile Gerima
is also staying at the Marnico Guest House in Cape Coast. He
jokes that he has a room on the first floor in the back while
Nia and I are in the front building on the second floor. Usually
Haile is very intense, but, he feels at ease in Ghana. He is
smiling and joking. Even though he is somewhat relaxed here, his
sarcasm remains intensely funny and intensely cutting.
We begin exchanging jokes. I say,
"someone told me that there are 40 million people in
Nigeria and all of them are at the airport."
Haile laughs, that's like Jamaica where they
stand looking into the sky waiting for American Airlines to
descend with tourists.
Then Haile tells us a Cuban joke: A socialist
tragedy is a girlfriend but no house to take her to. A socialist
comedy is to have a house but your girl friend leaves you.
Socialist realism is you have a house and you have a girlfriend,
but the whole central committee is in the bedroom.
Haile is a trickster, but he is also very,
very serious and deeply concerned about the direction, or lack
thereof, of the African world. At one point he took on a
Jamaican dance troupe who objected to some statements he made
about Jamaica during a question and answer session. "When I
finished, they backed off. I told them how they make their whole
country into a bedroom for White tourists. People go there just
to fuck. That's all. And they spend their days and nights
preparing a place for these tourists to have fun with them. I
was there. I said do you want me to make a film about your
country. About how the women dance topless and let men feel all
over their breasts and slap their behinds. How they oil up the
skin of Black men and have them dance in bikini briefs with
White women shoving
money down the front of the bikini and feeling on the man's
organ. Everywhere you go in Jamaica that's all you see. What
kind of culture is that?"
Gerima's relationship with Ghana is
different. He despairs about the problems of Ghana but retains
some hope that change is possible. In Ghana, a few people have
been very helpful to him, but the higher-ups have generally, at
best, only given lip service in the development of Gerima's
important film
Sankofa as well as in the shooting of a follow-up
documentary by Sharikiana Gerima, Haile's African American wife.
In her documentary she interviews African Americans living in
Ghana and describes the repatriation process that has been going
on since Nkrumah days.
"Every minute in Africa is explosive.
Everything can change in just one minute."
In one minute a coup.
In one minute an official rescinds a
contract.
In one minute a flight with necessary
equipment doesn't enter the country.
In one minute, the individual you need to see
is no longer here and no one knows where that person has gone.
In one minute, the currency is devalued and
your on ground support budget is suddenly deficient.
In one minute a piece of equipment can break
and its nearest replacement is two thousand miles (and who knows
how many dollars) away.
In one minute. Everything changes.
The beauty is that change is a constant and,
in one minute, everything can also get better. Africa's very
instability is an asset to those of us seeking to bring about
structural change.
Yes, everything can change in one minute and
that magnifies the power of individuals who challenge and change
the course of events. Individuals in the right place at the
right time.
In Africa, every minute and every individual
is important.
For Haile and Sharikiana Gerima, while
filming in Ghana, the individual lever of history is Dr. Ben-Abdallah
who is currently a professor in the school of performing arts at the University of Ghana,
Legon.
Dr. Ben-Abdallah is a former minister of
culture, and also a former minister of information. He is no
longer in the government but remains supportive of the Rawlings
administration albeit critically so.
At one point during the making of Sankofa,
Dr. Ben-Abdallah had engineered a
shooting contract for Gerima to film in Ghana at the
historic Cape Coast slave castle. Shortly after Gerima returned
to the States with his signed contract, he received a letter
from a ranking government official rescinding the contract. Dr.
Ben-Abdallah had been replaced. Gerima tried writing and
calling, but was unable to get a response. When Sharikiana
Gerima was in Burkina Faso (formerly Upper Volta) for a meeting
of film makers, she decided to make an impromptu journey to
Accra, Ghana. Burkina Faso is the country directly north of
Ghana. Fortunately, she was able to contact Dr. Ben-Abdallah.
The letters the Gerimas had sent were never
forwarded to Dr. Ben-Abdallah. He was under the impression that
everything had gone OK. Finally, they decided that they would
try again under the auspices of Dr. Ben-Abdallah's new post.
Haile was required to return to Ghana. Contracts were
renegotiated. Of course, more money was required.
"But you see if it were not for one
individual, I would not have been able to shoot the scenes at
the castle." Every minute in Africa is explosive.
So, on the one hand, while Gerima lambasts
and critiques bureaucrats and inept government officials, at the
same time Gerima remains hopeful about the future. "It may
not be here in Ghana, and I may never see it, but the idea of
Pan Africanism will not die. It will emerge."
To me the odds are, Pan African reemergence
will first come to fruition in Ghana. After all, Ghana, the
first sub-Saharan African country to attain independence, is the
home of Pan Africanism. Padmore and DuBois are buried here.
There are streets, and centers and libraries named for diaspora
heroes of African unity and struggle. Nkrumah was certainly a
visionary, and though he had his problems, he has left Ghana
marching upward on a road of embracing worldwide Pan African
development.
True there has been debate and struggle
within Ghana about the relevance of and Ghana's role in
propagating Pan Africanism. Part of the struggle revolves around
a Ghanaian assessment of the positives and negatives of Nkrumah
and his legacy. Ghanaian poet Kofi Anyidoho wrote a series of
poems focusing on this debate. One of the poems frankly reveals
both the attraction of Pan Africanism in bringing the diaspora
to Ghana as well as the thorn on the rose: the rejection of Pan
Africanism by some continental Africans who came to power after
the Nkrumah years.
| Lolita Jones*
for Dzifa for Maya
And
so they says ma Name is Lolita Jones?
But
that aint ma real Name.
I
never has known ma Name our Name
I
cud'a been Naita Norwetu
Or
may be Maimouna Mkabayi
Asantewaa
may be Aminata Malaika.
Ma
Name cud'a been sculptured
Into
colors of the Rainbow
Across the
bosom of our Earth.
But
you see:
Long
ago your People sold ma People.
Ma
People sold to Atlantic's Storms.
The
Storms first it took away our Voice
Then
it took away our Name
And
it stripped us of our Soul.
Since
then we've been pulled
pushed
kicked
tossed squeezed
pinched
knocked over
stepped upon and spat upon.
We've
been all over the place
And
yet
We
aint got nowhere at all.
That's
why when the Black Star rose
I
flew over to find ma Space
And
aint nobody like this Brother
Who
gave me back ma Soul.
But
you you kicked hem out
you pushed him off
you
segeregated him from his SoilSoul.
And
yet since that fucking day
You all aint
done nothing worth a dime!
Now
his soul is gone on home
You
sit out here you mess your head
You
drink palm wine you talk some
shit
Just
shuckin' n jivin' n soundin'
All
signifyin' Nothin'!
You
all just arguin' funerals.
Aint
nothing gone down here at all
And you all is
nothing worth ma pain.
I'll
gather ma tears around ma wounds
I'll
fly me off to ma QueenDom come.
I've
got me a date with our SoulBrother
And
this aint no place for our Carnival.
Just
hang out here
And
grind your teeth
And
cry some mess
And
talk some bull
And
drive some corpse to his KingDom Gone.
Why
dont you talk of Life for a change?
You
all is so hang up with the Dead
And
I aint got no time to die just now.
I
cudnt care to wait for judgment of your Gods.
There
never was no case against our SoulBrother.
It's
you all is trial here
But
I cudnt care to wait
And
hang you even by the Toe.
You
didnt even invite me here at all.
But I came
& I spoke ma Soul |
The occasion is that of the death in exile
of Kwame Nkrumah, the deposed first President of Ghana. There is
an imaginary trial going on in Ghana to decide whether he
deserves to be brought back home for a hero's burial. Lolita
Jones is the final and uninvited witness, testifying to
Nkrumah's Pan African legacy. See "In the High Court of
Cosmic Justice", in my earlier collection Earthchild
(Accra: Woeli Publishing Services, 1985).
Source: Kalamu ya Salaam. Tarzan Can Not Return to
Africa, But I Can -- PanaFest 1994
posted 21 December 2005
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updated 6 November 2007 |