If you haven't noticed, I love Brooklyn and I admittedly get very, very braggadocious about my 'hood. Bed-Stuy is far from perfect, but there is so much beauty on these streets, what's not to love?
So this Saturday Night, I present two of Brooklyn's finest, Mos Def (Bed-Stuy!) with Talib Kweli (Park Slope!) and "History". Enjoy!!!
Happy Monday, y'all!! Black History is over, but it's never too late to learn about our history.... and when I say "our history", I mean the history of humanity... as Black History is just as another part of of the collective story that is Humanity.
Today's lesson comes courtesy of Les Nubians... with one of my favorites of theirs.. "Makeda". Let it serve as a reminder of where we all come from.
On veut nous faire croire They want us to believe
A des mythes perdus Des passege de I'histoires Myths Of A Lost Passege of History
Falsifies et revus De Ramses a mandela, Que de verites tues Falsified and revised from Ramses to Mandela that true silent
En ignorant le depart, on erre sans but. Ignoring the start, it wanders aimlessly.
Makeda etait reine, belle et puissante Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Salomon revait de sa peau noire Solomon dreamed of her black skin
Je chante pour raviver les memoires I sing to revive the memories
Exhumer les connaissances Unearthing the knowledge
Que la spirale du temps efface. That the spiral of time erases.
La reine de saba vit en moi Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda vit en moi. Makeda lives in me.
Ravivons nos memoires Let us revive our memories
ll faut changer I'histoire The history should be changed
elle part a la derive,
A la derive de mes maux History is being deformed by words….No
Le savoir et la sagesse The knowledge and wisdom
Sont a portee de main Are close at hand Ecoute et observe... Listen and observe ...
Makeda etait reine, belle et puissante Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Salomon revait de sa peau noire Solomon dreamed of her black skin
Je chante pour raviver les memoires I sing to revive the memories
Exhumer les connaissances Unearthing the knowledge
Que la spirale du temps efface. That the spiral of time erases.
La reine de saba vit en moi Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda vit en moi. Makeda lives in me.
Mon peuple danse et chante My people dance and sing
ll faut sa joie They express their joy
Loin de I'ignorance, il demontre sa foi, Far from ignorance, they show their faith
Riche d'hommes et de valeurs, Blessed with men and values
lls repareront les erreurs, We repair the errors
Fils et filles, vous et moi, Sons and daughters you and me
Prets au combat. Ready to fight.
Makeda etait reine, belle et puissante Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Salomon revait de sa peau noire Solomon dreamed of her black skin
Je chante pour raviver les memoires I sing to revive the memories
Exhumer les connaissances Unearthing the knowledge
Que la spirale du temps efface. That the spiral of time erases.
La reine de saba vit en moi Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda vit en moi. Makeda lives in me.
My name is Audrey. I have been called many, many things. My Pirate Sistahs dubbed me Pirate Yemaya Chalice Moon, Mother of the Secret Realm (or Yemmy for short), which I remixed P-Diddy style into Miss Moon the Brooklyn Geechee. This blog is basically all about me and my life. I call it the rantings, ramblings and revelations of your average Brooklyn Geechee.
I have a lot of interests, and I admittedly get a bit dorky about them. So this blog will be about music, movies, politics, tv, getting healthy, and as Lisa Jones dubbed her book Bulletproof Diva (a must read!)... tales of race, sex, and hair.
I hope you like it. And if not, I welcome constructive criticism.
My only rule is be nice or leave.
". Enjoy!!!
". Let it serve as a reminder of where we all come from.
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