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SANKOFA

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“se wo were fin a wosan kefa a yenki”

Come together I people
Yeed the ancestors’ call,
Wait not till our
Backs are against the wall,
‘Tis time to retrace our steps
Return an’ fetch,
Revisit the ancient rites
Of Kemit,
Retrace the forgotten path
An’ pick up where we have
Left off,
Let’s move to the future by
Taking from our past,
Mend and reconcile where
Things have fallen apart.

UMOJA I people
Yeed the ancestors’ calling,
It’s time for unity,
It’s every man’s duty
To know where he stands,
Remember African man
Can’t give away a continent
For an island,
Melanin man
Move away from
The sinking sand,
Nubians in the Diaspora
Aluta Continua.

Africa awaits its creators
Repatriating from
Distant shores and borders,
Woman, man and children
Unto Itiopia stretch forth I n I hands,
Together in communal bond
One for all, all for one
That’s our song
Affirmations of the Nubian
It’s a liberation procession,
Dubbing redemption songs
No more singing by the rivers
Of Babylon.

Forward proceed
Hailing the man of the east
With his children and queen,
Supreme beings reunited
Through the doors of no return
I’m making my entrance
Now for sure fire got to burn
Nyabinghi purification,

Blacks in the diaspora
Where you at
Move from the white man’s table,
Stop, stoop and squat
Time to get back to black,
Take a stance embrace
The mother land,
With all her problems
We are her solutions,
She awaits her creators
Carried beyond the shores
Of Europe and the Americas.

Sankofa here I come
Through the door of no return
Reclaiming the I n I
Freeing my mind
From the Uncle Tom mentality
I’ve seek, found and re-instated
My lost identity.

Lloyd Akin Palmer

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Brownin Kulcha

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It’s like mi in limbo
Observing the scenario,
To see
Black Cleopatra
Turn her self
Inna poppy show,
Trying to look like
Pinocchio.
She bleach her melanin
Outta har skin
Just to become a browning
Check it!!!
So that’s why a lot of girls
Are using bleaching cream,
Copying the
White images of the billboard
Magazines, likewise
TV screen
An the way to get white beauty
Is to
Bleach dem skin
Like its dirty laundry.
Some cannot afford
De bleaching cream
So dem use
A tube of toothpaste
Like the colour black
Is a cavity inna dem face
Now she look like a race
From outta space
All because is
Browning kulcha
Dem ah embrace
But recently I hear some people
A chat wi
Dem sey di worst ting pon earth
Is a black man wid money
So dem design a plan
Fi rob we wid cosmetic surgery
Cause dem seh we come from
Monkey,
So nuff blacks a deny dem ancestry
So dem a use bleaching cream
To boost dem self-esteem
But I would give the Blackman
An advice
Stop from tell wi woman seh
She black like pot
‘Cause I had to admit the fact an’
Speak the truth
It’s outta some a blackest pot
I eat some of the sweetest food
You ought to know the
Blacker the berry
Is de sweeter the cherry,
So black woman don’t change
Your complexion
Cause yours is special tan
Bur, recently I observe
An intrusion pon de
Browning community
Remember Ambi, Nadinola
And Coco Butter
Which was used by
The feminine gender
Ah hear it is in short supply
Jus’ because of some bredda
Check it!!!

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Biography

“avenging spirit of the ancestors”

A humble son of the garden parish of St. Ann, Lloyd Palmer born of hardworking rural folks. A mother who is a social worker and an industrious father who tills the soil profusely. Akin grew up in southern Trelawny attending the William knibb memorial high where he was involved in school and community cultural activities.
Such an experience has helped to groom and mold Akin into pursuing the arts as his chosen profession as a poet and a musician. Akin sees poetry as a holistic therapy to spiritually likewise socially uplift humanity. The poet/musician’s role is to express the thoughts, emotion, plight and concerns of the masses. Majority of whom are grassroots people facing inequality and needs a voice to utter for justice, truths and rights.
In 2005 he was the 2nd Runner Up in the 7th Annual Writers’ Award, while in 2007 he was 1st Runner Up in the 9th Annual Writers’ Award. He debuted with his album Tuff Tuff Triangle Urban Journey in 2005 as well as performed in Jus’ Poets, a series of poetry shows which was organized with other poets such as Elaine Thomas-Gifford, Bill Blast and I-Sense in 1994.
Currently working to publish his debut book of poetry SANKOFA. Also preparing for the release of his bands’ “The Uprising Roots Band” debut album SKYFIYA.

Lloyd Akin Palmer

Biography

“avenging spirit of the ancestors”

A humble son of the garden parish of St. Ann, Lloyd Palmer born of hardworking rural folks. A mother who is a social worker and an industrious father who tills the soil profusely. Akin grew up in southern Trelawny attending the William knibb memorial high where he was involved in school and community cultural activities.
Such an experience has helped to groom and mold Akin into pursuing the arts as his chosen profession as a poet and a musician. Akin sees poetry as a holistic therapy to spiritually likewise socially uplift humanity. The poet/musician’s role is to express the thoughts, emotion, plight and concerns of the masses. Majority of whom are grassroots people facing inequality and needs a voice to utter for justice, truths and rights.
In 2005 he was the 2nd Runner Up in the 7th Annual Writers’ Award, while in 2007 he was 1st Runner Up in the 9th Annual Writers’ Award. He debuted with his album Tuff Tuff Triangle Urban Journey in 2005 as well as performed in Jus’ Poets, a series of poetry shows which was organized with other poets such as Elaine Thomas-Gifford, Bill Blast and I-Sense in 1994.
Currently working to publish his debut book of poetry SANKOFA. Also preparing for the release of his bands’ “The Uprising Roots Band” debut album SKYFIYA.

SANKOFA

Enlarge poem

“se wo were fin a wosan kefa a yenki”

Come together I people
Yeed the ancestors’ call,
Wait not till our
Backs are against the wall,
‘Tis time to retrace our steps
Return an’ fetch,
Revisit the ancient rites
Of Kemit,
Retrace the forgotten path
An’ pick up where we have
Left off,
Let’s move to the future by
Taking from our past,
Mend and reconcile where
Things have fallen apart.

UMOJA I people
Yeed the ancestors’ calling,
It’s time for unity,
It’s every man’s duty
To know where he stands,
Remember African man
Can’t give away a continent
For an island,
Melanin man
Move away from
The sinking sand,
Nubians in the Diaspora
Aluta Continua.

Africa awaits its creators
Repatriating from
Distant shores and borders,
Woman, man and children
Unto Itiopia stretch forth I n I hands,
Together in communal bond
One for all, all for one
That’s our song
Affirmations of the Nubian
It’s a liberation procession,
Dubbing redemption songs
No more singing by the rivers
Of Babylon.

Forward proceed
Hailing the man of the east
With his children and queen,
Supreme beings reunited
Through the doors of no return
I’m making my entrance
Now for sure fire got to burn
Nyabinghi purification,

Blacks in the diaspora
Where you at
Move from the white man’s table,
Stop, stoop and squat
Time to get back to black,
Take a stance embrace
The mother land,
With all her problems
We are her solutions,
She awaits her creators
Carried beyond the shores
Of Europe and the Americas.

Sankofa here I come
Through the door of no return
Reclaiming the I n I
Freeing my mind
From the Uncle Tom mentality
I’ve seek, found and re-instated
My lost identity.

Featured Poem:

Brownin Kulcha

Enlarge poem

It’s like mi in limbo
Observing the scenario,
To see
Black Cleopatra
Turn her self
Inna poppy show,
Trying to look like
Pinocchio.
She bleach her melanin
Outta har skin
Just to become a browning
Check it!!!
So that’s why a lot of girls
Are using bleaching cream,
Copying the
White images of the billboard
Magazines, likewise
TV screen
An the way to get white beauty
Is to
Bleach dem skin
Like its dirty laundry.
Some cannot afford
De bleaching cream
So dem use
A tube of toothpaste
Like the colour black
Is a cavity inna dem face
Now she look like a race
From outta space
All because is
Browning kulcha
Dem ah embrace
But recently I hear some people
A chat wi
Dem sey di worst ting pon earth
Is a black man wid money
So dem design a plan
Fi rob we wid cosmetic surgery
Cause dem seh we come from
Monkey,
So nuff blacks a deny dem ancestry
So dem a use bleaching cream
To boost dem self-esteem
But I would give the Blackman
An advice
Stop from tell wi woman seh
She black like pot
‘Cause I had to admit the fact an’
Speak the truth
It’s outta some a blackest pot
I eat some of the sweetest food
You ought to know the
Blacker the berry
Is de sweeter the cherry,
So black woman don’t change
Your complexion
Cause yours is special tan
Bur, recently I observe
An intrusion pon de
Browning community
Remember Ambi, Nadinola
And Coco Butter
Which was used by
The feminine gender
Ah hear it is in short supply
Jus’ because of some bredda
Check it!!!

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

SANKOFA

Enlarge poem

“se wo were fin a wosan kefa a yenki”

Come together I people
Yeed the ancestors’ call,
Wait not till our
Backs are against the wall,
‘Tis time to retrace our steps
Return an’ fetch,
Revisit the ancient rites
Of Kemit,
Retrace the forgotten path
An’ pick up where we have
Left off,
Let’s move to the future by
Taking from our past,
Mend and reconcile where
Things have fallen apart.

UMOJA I people
Yeed the ancestors’ calling,
It’s time for unity,
It’s every man’s duty
To know where he stands,
Remember African man
Can’t give away a continent
For an island,
Melanin man
Move away from
The sinking sand,
Nubians in the Diaspora
Aluta Continua.

Africa awaits its creators
Repatriating from
Distant shores and borders,
Woman, man and children
Unto Itiopia stretch forth I n I hands,
Together in communal bond
One for all, all for one
That’s our song
Affirmations of the Nubian
It’s a liberation procession,
Dubbing redemption songs
No more singing by the rivers
Of Babylon.

Forward proceed
Hailing the man of the east
With his children and queen,
Supreme beings reunited
Through the doors of no return
I’m making my entrance
Now for sure fire got to burn
Nyabinghi purification,

Blacks in the diaspora
Where you at
Move from the white man’s table,
Stop, stoop and squat
Time to get back to black,
Take a stance embrace
The mother land,
With all her problems
We are her solutions,
She awaits her creators
Carried beyond the shores
Of Europe and the Americas.

Sankofa here I come
Through the door of no return
Reclaiming the I n I
Freeing my mind
From the Uncle Tom mentality
I’ve seek, found and re-instated
My lost identity.

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