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Books by Kola Boof
Nile
River Woman (Poems, Feb. 10, 2004) /
Long Train to the Redeeming
Sin-Stories About African Women
(April 6, 2004)
Flesh and the Devil: A Novel
(May 11, 2004) /
Diary of a Lost Girl
(2007)
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Kola Boof
“Fraud” (A Poem)
By Kola Boof
The White Caucasoid has a
religion
He legislates
who is
REAL
who is not
He's the motherfucker I came all this way to Kill
--mistaking my nilotic blood
for her cold Ivory snot
when I had my first baby
When I had my first baby . . . this White woman expected
that I would put my baby down
and
march with her in the streets
the bloody Kotex in our hot, angry hands!
She says out of her mouth . . .
the same mouth she uses to eat with
That two-faced White Bitch says to my African face:
"Sister."
And she thought I should put my baby down.
So just imagine...how many ways she
calls me
racist
she calls me racist....because I don't
EVER
put my baby . . . down, who came out of the Nile between
my legs,
I don't ever watch my baby drown
Go get your newspapers . . . niggers!
Yes, you...niggers in Ghana, in Sudan, in America...in London
and don't let Mother Africa forget the niggerstock from Jamaica.
After all, you believe in
Tarzan
don't you?
You believe one drop makes you "White"
Ain't that right, niggers?
You believe the Arab and the Muslim is your brother . . .who
looooves
you
don't you, niggers?
Nevermind what Mommysweet told your lost Black asses.
'Cause let us not forget . . . sometimes you feel like
a motherless child.
Cowardly MIXED up bastards!
Khaferi ahn Katiatak
eyounSera, Naima
usrah
afiologo
My name is SUDAN. I am the goddess flower; I am the Nile. I love
above
all the men's Gods...my children.
Kola Boof. What kind of name is that? What kind of spell is
this charlatan woman trying to sell us? Why is it that her Black
flesh
only makes us think of...carnal things...why is it that her
mouth spews
flies from it . . . lies
Why is it that she is ugly to us. Why is it that her
story is one we have NEVER believed?
Why is it that any Muslim would want to kill her?
And how is it that a Muslim Arab newspaper devoted an entire
article to her . . . a woman . . . a woman written about and denounced
in a place where women are rarely ever mentioned?
What is it about Africa . . . that everything from it . . . is a fraud?
Or a
curse? Or unbelievable? Or dare Jesus Christ say it . . . "nappy"?
And who
does this uppity Fire Witch think she is?
Who told her she could come here and kick her shoes off?
I am SUDAN. I am a wife. tima . . . selah, selah.
Once...I had a God who loved me. His black serpent entered all
inside the fleshy corridors of my palace.
This was how I created the earth's first garden.
In our unreality...we took delight; we were high on the Sun.
And when the eyes of my Rapists fell upon me...they thought that
I
preferred deceit...Deceit...
above true love.
I am Sudan. I am the mother of my father.
I am born under the Goddess
of Trees (March). Men are trees. I am baptized by Buk. I am
Naima,
the one who is Victorious; the one
who is praying.
I am the maker of the holy coffee (tima usrah)
I am Kola Boof. I am not a fraud.
Not even death can Silence me.
I came to stay.
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Sudan's acclaimed women's writer KOLA BOOF has
written the poem "Kola Boof Fraud" as a response to
the White established media's continuing portrayal of her
as.."a conniving Black prostitute (and liar) seeking
publicity to sell her books" (New York Times, Dec. 11th
2002).
Ms. Boof also laments the unforgivable betrayal of her activism
by the Sudanese People's Liberation Army, who, because they're
opposed to her unconventional womanist image, have identified
themselves as her enemies in that article. Kola Boof no longer
supports the SPLA..but shall always be a devoted activist for
the South Sudanese--who have dubbed her "Queen Kola",
because they...the poor and oppressed...are the ones who know
her heart and its sincerity. Her vision of her career..has
always been inclusive of their struggle.
Kola Boof was just named the #1 bestselling author for the
entire year of 2002 by The African American Literary Book
Club.Com (for online sales). She is a revolutionary and a
womanist. Here is her new poem.."KOLA BOOF FRAUD". |
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Alek: My Life from Sudanese Refugee to
International Supermodel
By
Alek Wek
"When I
cleaned toilets, I only saw it as work to
give me the means to achieve my goals. Of
course I hated it," the Sudanese supermodel
exclaimed. "Waking up at 4 a.m. when it's
freezing cold is not easy, followed by Uni,
coursework and my evening baby-sitting job,
but it made me disciplined and gave me a
huge sense of self-appreciation."
Born
the seventh of nine children Alek, meaning
'black-spotted cow' (one of Sudan's most
treasured cows, which represents good luck),
never dreamt of becoming a model. Both in
her motherland, where she was considered to
be inferior due to her Dinka tribe (dubbed
as 'zurqa', meaning dirty black) and again
in Britain when she arrived in 1991, she
faced hostility.—Jamaica-Gleaner |
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Sister Citizen: Shame, Stereotypes, and Black Women in
America
By Melissa V.
Harris-Perry
According to the
author, this society has historically exerted
considerable pressure on black females to fit into one
of a handful of stereotypes, primarily, the Mammy, the
Matriarch or the Jezebel. The selfless
Mammy’s behavior is marked by a slavish devotion to
white folks’ domestic concerns, often at the expense of
those of her own family’s needs. By contrast, the
relatively-hedonistic Jezebel is a sexually-insatiable
temptress. And the Matriarch is generally thought of as
an emasculating figure who denigrates black men, ala the
characters Sapphire and Aunt Esther on the television
shows Amos and Andy and Sanford and Son, respectively.
Professor Perry
points out how the propagation of these harmful myths
have served the mainstream culture well. For instance,
the Mammy suggests that it is almost second nature for
black females to feel a maternal instinct towards
Caucasian babies.
As for the source
of the Jezebel, black women had no control over their
own bodies during slavery given that they were being
auctioned off and bred to maximize profits. Nonetheless,
it was in the interest of plantation owners to propagate
the lie that sisters were sluts inclined to mate
indiscriminately.
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Sex at the Margins
Migration, Labour Markets and the Rescue Industry
By Laura María Agustín
This book explodes several myths: that selling sex is completely different from any other kind of work, that migrants who sell sex are passive victims and that the multitude of people out to save them are without self-interest. Laura Agustín makes a passionate case against these stereotypes, arguing that the label 'trafficked' does not accurately describe migrants' lives and that the 'rescue industry' serves to disempower them. Based on extensive research amongst both migrants who sell sex and social helpers, Sex at the Margins provides a radically different analysis. Frequently, says Agustin, migrants make rational choices to travel and work in the sex industry, and although they are treated like a marginalised group they form part of the dynamic global economy. Both powerful and controversial, this book is essential reading for all those who want to understand the increasingly important relationship between sex markets, migration and the desire for social justice. "Sex at the Margins rips apart distinctions between migrants, service work and sexual labour and reveals the utter complexity of the contemporary sex industry. This book is set to be a trailblazer in the study of sexuality."—Lisa Adkins, University of London |
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