- Friday, 30 September 2011 23:53
By Sandra Rowoldt Shel
University of Cape Town
When Neville Alexander used to visit his maternal grandmother Bisho Jarsa as a boy, he never suspected the extraordinary story of how she had come from Ethiopia to the South African city of Port Elizabeth.
Bisho was one of a group of Ethiopian slaves freed by a British warship in 1888 off the coast of Yemen, then taken round the African coast and placed in the care of missionaries in South Africa.
- Monday, 07 February 2011 22:37
This is an excellent video about the history of Haiti, imperialism, and Western powers by Kwame Ture. The video also suggests how Haiti will be liberated to its former glory.
- Saturday, 31 July 2010 05:13
The two part series is a web documentary on the history of African Americans in Hawai'i. It was produced by the African American Diversity Cultural Center Hawai'i (AADCCH).
- Sunday, 03 August 2008 23:23
The autobiography of Princess Sarah Segilola Odulaja was written while she was on a visit to New York, during the months of June and July 1999.
By Sarah Segilola Odulaja
To the Glory of God
I was born in the early morning of January 1, 1924 into the family of my father, Prince Joseph Ojo Alola Folaranmi and Princess Leah Ajayi Sinyanade Folaranmi. My father, Joseph Folaranmi is from the Adeyemi Alaafin ruling family in Oyo. His grandfather, Faleti migrated to Tede here my grandfather was born. My father, Olateju was an Ifa priest. My mother's father was Oba Onitede Olaniyan, Ojola fi gigun s'ayo Igbo fi didi s'ola baba Adedigba Ayo boro tika wa Adu bi aran O t'oba tele k'o too j'oba.
- Sunday, 03 August 2008 22:22
This engaging interview with Carolyn Kumah's mother and her friends was recorded on October 9, 1999. The interview details their upbringing in Ghana, motherhood, and life. It interview features Mrs. Tina Kumah, Mr. Thomas Mensah, and Mrs. Christie Bonsu.
- Sunday, 03 August 2008 22:15
It did not take me long to realize that while I was seeing more blacks in a given place than I had seen on a regular basis in six years, I was still alienated from those I thought of most often as "my people." We did not seem to share the same culture, the same way of understanding ourselves. On their part, there was a great deal of suspicion of me, of my motives, and intentions, which may have stemmed largely from the fact that I was teaching at a school that rarely hired black faculty and that--despite being a "public" institution--was seen by those outside the academic community as white. Many would confess to me later that they had questioned my "credentials" as a black man even to have been employed by such an institution.
- Sunday, 16 March 2008 16:00
- Isabela Adonis
By Isabel Adonis
I am in the kitchen in the basement of the house when my waters break and I call Bob and say ‘take me to the hospital.’ I want to have a natural birth, I want to be natural but I am not. I don’t know what natural means. I guess this is what Africa means to me, a place in my imagination where I feel free of all of the constraints and conditions of living.