tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33489088936180297502012-02-16T00:32:01.950-08:00"The condition of the native is a nervous condition"Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-18297792368134026382009-05-28T18:18:00.000-07:002009-05-28T18:52:58.914-07:00

“Racism is the bedrock institution of Canadian society embedded in the social fabric of our thinking” - Mary Ann ShaddWhile doing some reflection on the Zara incident and more generally, the everyday racism that people of colour face and live through, the concept that has been foremost in my mind is that of resistance. This has also come to me by way of two very intense courses that I am taking

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-34008016747946207022009-05-21T19:52:00.000-07:002009-05-21T22:34:49.688-07:00

Shortly, after I posted my last entry, a friend wrote to me describing her experience at Zara. I was shocked at the blatant racism and classism that was directed towards her by Zara's manager. Although I've had similar experiences (although not to the same extent), I was appalled by the vulgarity and unprofessionalism shown by this particular person at Zara. Judging people based on skin colour

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-22964713970960587862009-05-19T18:53:00.001-07:002009-05-22T20:40:10.757-07:00

Recently, too much racist shit (excuse my language but it's necessary) has been happening to me and I have been too silent about it for too long. I will no longer continue to support systems of oppression by remaining silent, I will no longer participate in my own domination by perpetrating the silence and secrecy that is crucial to oppression and the abuses of power. From now on, I will be

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-61018641796531933872009-01-31T18:34:00.000-08:002009-01-31T19:21:33.349-08:00

In this strange countryI feel the weight of one hundred years of oppressionOne hundred years of miseryOne hundred years of solitudeIn a country far from my ownI feel the weight of one hundred years of colonizationOne hundred years of beatingOne hundred years of rapeIn a strange country far from my ownI feel the weight of one hundred years of displacementOne hundred years of forced labourOne

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-5476144372799750532009-01-17T04:40:00.000-08:002009-01-17T05:11:54.415-08:00

I've been thinking a lot about the issue of Oscar Grant, watching the YouTube clips over and over again and wondering what could have gone on in the police man's mind and make him reach the conclusion that it was alright to reach for his gun, cock it, and shoot Oscar Grant in the back. I know about police brutality. We see it on the news almost every day. But this was not a case of police

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-66104577031994486272008-12-23T12:28:00.000-08:002008-12-23T12:57:47.529-08:00

I don't usually post twice in one day but I just had to. Check it out."The perfect gift will not be under your tree this year, it will be in West Africa. Give the gift of lasting joy to an African family." (http://www.causekids.ca/christmas2008)It's outrageous I know, but it is also a real advertisement. Targeted at "good" Canadian families who "really want to make a difference" and "help save

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-53043650801381819022008-12-23T05:07:00.000-08:002008-12-23T06:16:50.093-08:00

NO ONE should have to wait one whole hour for a bus! Especially on a cold cold snowy winter's night! Yuh heard?! Last night I thought my toes would literally freeze up. And they almost did. This particular bus that I take home everyday is notorious for keeping people waiting but yesterday I think it must have hit it's best record yet with ONE HOUR! Well, in actuality there were two buses in one

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-21637317124457208942008-12-15T18:10:00.000-08:002008-12-16T06:46:31.644-08:00

You say the World’s greatest poet is William BlakeI say the World’s greatest poet is a sistah with no nameYou say the World’s greatest writer is ShakespeareI say the World’s greatest writer is ZoraYou proclaim Karl Marx to be the World’s greatest theoristI proclaim Audre LordeYou say the World's greatest speaker was Martin Luther KingI say it was Sojourner TruthYou insist on giving me Rudyard

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-8709466394080504622008-12-12T17:54:00.000-08:002008-12-12T18:15:07.149-08:00

Alright. I know that some of you out there (I won't mention any names Karen) are kind of annoyed with me for not having written in so long and gosh where do I start? Well, I think filling y'all in on my life since August will take me a couple of blog posts so let me just start by giving an apology for my unintended and abrupt absence. I've never had a year like this one at school where I am

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-66125790743868308002008-08-18T22:34:00.000-07:002008-08-19T16:04:28.368-07:00

I have decided to make this post very short because it's very late but I still feel the need to blog about her. Over the past couple of days, I have been privileged enough to discover Asa pronounced [asha] and listening to her music evokes a feeling I can only describe as intoxicating. This girl has got SO much soul! Her voice is so full of emotion and passion. If you want to hear for yourself,

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-84664186784281212862008-08-17T16:15:00.000-07:002008-08-17T22:05:04.873-07:00

Colonialism is a thing of the past. It’s the older generations who are responsible. It happened eons ago, get over it. There’s no point of being angry. It’s no longer relevant. Nothing can be done about it anyway. These are words I’ve heard too many times; especially of late. I really don’t understand why it is so hard for people to simply pick up a book or even just open their eyes and realize

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-57708059744534344882008-08-15T20:32:00.000-07:002008-08-17T22:07:17.824-07:00

'You're WANTED. To join us. A lethal and somewhat 'secretive' operation that lets no one get in it's way that is void of all reasoning so it is harder to question us. Oh yah, and if you want to join us, you have to be a man since there is only room for one woman (a dangerous assassin with lots of tattoos and scars to prove it). This is also preferably for those who feel worthless and feel like

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-50822574718113962942008-07-20T18:17:00.000-07:002008-08-17T22:09:00.280-07:00

Rarely, do I ever get the feeling of absolute contentment. But now I have and suddenly feel the urge to blog about it. But I shan't attempt to explain it with words. Tracy Chapman's "Happy" is one of my favourite songs of all time along with Meshell Ndegeocello's "beautiful" and "liliquoi moon." "Happy" describes my exact sentiments at this time and was a source of inspiration a year ago for a

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-22148751760569566792008-07-15T21:22:00.000-07:002008-07-15T21:26:14.026-07:00

I feel tired. So tired. But this is a different kind. Not the type of tiredness that can be overcome by a night of sleep or a couple cups of coffee. Nor one that can be cured with a simple vacation to the tropics. No. This is another profound tiredness. One which I have felt only rarely in the past. But which of late, has permeated itself through every single vein in my body and which has settled

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-54483215890321198462008-07-14T20:28:00.000-07:002008-12-10T10:53:41.865-08:00

hey, it's me and I'm back! (wow! two posts in one night!) Only, because I found earlier today that there is someone else out there with the same blog name - "Akili Ni Mali" - who in fact is now in my favourite blogs sections - and now I must throw in the towel and change the name of my blog. I assure you however it is only the name which is going to change. The content will still remain the same.

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-10935943485154993302008-07-14T12:54:00.000-07:002008-07-15T21:55:31.001-07:00

aahhh it's almost time to go and there is still so much to do! Thankfully, the huge tasks are mostly out of the way. I have been blessed enough to go to Guadalajara for a five week exchange program to learn art and politics in contemporary Mexico! And I am SO excited and thankful! Still, while trying to mind my own business and run the many errands I have, Toronto never fails to remind me why I

Ciikũhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433928369486533851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348908893618029750.post-4676911381575765052008-07-08T21:10:00.001-07:002008-07-08T22:13:26.480-07:00

"Every Black woman in America lives her life somewhere along a wide curve of ancient and unexpressed angers.My Black woman’s anger is a molten pond at the core of me, my most fiercely guarded secret. I know how much of my life as powerful feeling woman is laced through the net of rage. It is an electric thread woven into every emotional tapestry upon which I set the essentials of my life—a

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1. Thank you for visiting my blog. Please stay tuned! More interesting and thought-provoking posts to come!2. "Akili ni Mali" is an old Kiswahili saying that means "knowledge is wealth" and I truly believe that the only way change in this world and true spiritual, mental and emotional wealth can come about is through learning our erased histories, unlearning, and through the decolonization of our

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