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Nafisa_goma
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The World of the African Writer and Artist Fifty Years After the 1956 Conference
A speech by Molefi Kete Asante
September 21, 2006
UNESCO, Paris
Molefi Kete Asante at Unesco in Paris:
I want to give praise to the diligence of the Harvard University W.E. B. Du Bois Center and the UNESCO cultural committee for recognizing and commemorating the 50th anniversary of the l956 Paris meeting of Negro and African writers and artists.
However, since James Baldwin, a participant-observer, wrote 50 years ago in his reflective essay "Encounter on the Seine: Black Meets Brown” that:
“They face each other, the Negro and the African, over a gulf of three hundred years--an alienation too vast to be conquered in an evening's good-will, too heavy and too double-edged ever to be trapped in speech…” much has been captured that not even the brilliant Baldwin could have appreciated or anticipated at the time.
One evening in the l980s months before his death in December 1987, I sat with him, the poet Gwendolyn Brooks, and the literary theorist Houston Baker in a penthouse on Washington Square in Philadelphia where after complaining about the racist nature of the American literary award system, Baldwin finally heard me and Houston and Gwendolyn, and concluded along with us that the reward for writers and artists is to be written in the hearts of the people they serve. So who are the people of the African writer? Who were the audiences 50 years ago and who are those audiences now?
Today we have arrived at a vastly different point in history where the “Negro” has almost disappeared except in the imagination of a few die-hards, or in the reactive Negro Movement of disgruntled and fearful intellectuals, or the raps of some nostalgic old hip-hoppers. The Negro is a museum relic. We are no longer Negro and African; we are African or we are nothing.
A lot has changed since 1956. Ghana became independent and a whole train of countries followed. We have had coups and rumors of coups in more than a handful of nations on the African continent. Congo became Zaire and Congo again and lost nearly three million lives in the Great War of African Nations. Haiti, a land of heroes, has seen its light smothered once again by international intrigue. Africans in the United States have raised their heads from the muck of daily struggle to see that there are other Africans in the Americas. Africans in Brazil have exercised the power of their numbers and have started to demand that the country repay them for the many years of service. The islands of the Caribbean are leaping to catch the spirit of Marcus Garvey as self-initiative and self-reliance become capstones of contemporary history. Developments in Venezuela have ignited an African consciousness among Africans in South America. The revivification of African culture in the United States, however truncated, during the l960s changed the way we spoke of ourselves and thrust us onto the pages of world history in the role of critiquers of domination. Maulana Karenga, the most far-reaching philosopher of African culture in the United States, has articulated a view of cultural reconstruction that is at once transformative and revolutionary. But such reviviscence does not have to be cyclical; it must be persistent if we dare to speak for ourselves.
If an African writer is not critiquing and condemning domination and Eurocentric imperialism and triumphalism, then that African writer has not sufficiently understood the great legacies of Cesaire, Alioune Diop, Cheikh Anta Diop, Hurston, James Baldwin, and others. Each generation stands on the plinth of the preceding one until the foundation for freedom is impregnable.
I have come to you as Molefi Kete Asante, a name bearing two heritages, Sotho and Akan, born in Valdosta, Georgia, in the United States where I was first misnamed Arthur Lee Smith, Jr., a rather English name. But the science of DNA says that my father’s great great grandfather was Yoruba from today’s Nigeria and that my mother’s great great grandmother was Nubian from today’s Sudan. My wife is Ana Yenenga, an African woman born in Costa Rica with Akan ancestors through her Jamaican forebears. My son, M. K. Asante, Jr. was born in Zimbabwe. I am enstooled as a king, the Kyidomhene of Tafo, with the name, Nana Okru Asante Peasah, in Akyem Ghana. I was adopted by the Senegalese and carry a Senegalese passport. And while I am a citizen of the United States, I identify as African, period.
Fifty years after the black writers first met in Paris we have witnessed the expansion of African consciousness despite the coalitions of fear established by strong anti-African elements within and outside of the African community. There is an inexorable movement of agency, an Afrocentric awakening, coming in revolutions of attitudes and actions.
The black world has changed physically and territorially in fifty years, but mostly we have become far more expansive because of the Internet and travel. These new resources give us more access to the enormous capacities in the Black World. We travel from Ethiopia to Brazil, from France to Mexico, from Jamaica to the United States, from Nigeria to Britain, and from Guyana to Peru, and an endless number of places where we see the African presence and take notice of the continuum of our history, the trajectory of our liberation, and the openness to humanity.
In all of these societies the exploration of arts, sciences, nuances of culture, proverbs, and kinship bonds create a fabric of rich historical texture attaching us to the general revolution of a collective consciousness. We are not what we were in l956 and fifty years in the future the African community will be even more conscious and more complex than now.
Everywhere in the African world we confront the vestiges of the doctrine of white racial supremacy, in all of its guises, under all of its banners, and we are winning the struggle country by country and community by community. South Africa is free today when in l956 the bleakness of the future was ingrained in the posture of the people of Soweto. They had not yet seen the courage of young Hector Pietersen. It would be twenty years before his courage inspired the African world. The participants of that conference in l956 did not know the sacrifice of Steve Bantu Biko or the endurance of Nelson Mandela. Martin Luther King, Jr., had not yet given his “I Have a Dream” speech.
Even with the progress that has been made in the rise of black consciousness, there are still those among us who seek to destroy themselves. They are the self-haters, casualties of race wars and ethnic chauvinisms; they are the victims of mentacide, the destruction of the mind. They have no clue of what we have lost in five hundred years or what we have regained in fifty years. The Guadeloupean scholar Ama Mazama claims that “Afrocentricity is a fundamental part of the decolonization process.” Such an awareness is a necessary part of regaining our feet.
If an African politician cannot wear African clothes in an African legislative assembly as in Kenya or praise the ancestors with libations in a public place as in Ghana, have we not lost, at least, a part of our mind?
If an African writer cannot write what he or she wants without shame, trepidation, or fear of one’s own government, or fear of the keepers of gifts, then have we not lost before we have begun? Tackling Langston Hughes’ mountain one comes to understand the contemporary resonance of M. K. Asante, Jr.’s choice of a title for his book, the Beautiful and the Ugly, Too, because, as people and writers and artists, we are indeed “Wonderful and Terrible, too.”
Europe rarely honors African writers who critique its domination of African culture. It is left to us to honor those writers and artists who express resistance to domination, which is the highest form of art, because it seeks to create a space for human life. Actually the gift of the African writer is not art for the sake of art, but freedom and justice for the sake of life.
The emerging threat of the Arabization of Africa and the de-Nubianization of Egypt and Sudan will have a tremendous impact on the way we critique domination in the next fifty years. Slavery in Mauritania and Sudan and other places on the African continent must not be allowed to escape under the guise of religion or custom; it must be condemned alongside all forms of domination and hierarchy. I shudder every time I hear that Darfur is attacked because I know how ugly and terrible we humans can be to each other.
The names of the greatest writers on earth must be preserved in the memory of our children and we must refuse to co-sign the warrants for their historical invisibility. The names of Diop, DuBois, Wright, Cesaire, Morrison, Angelou, Hughes, Senghor, Addoo, Hurston, Soyinka, Nascimento, Achebe, wa Thiong’o, Baldwin, and others must be heard and their works read and studied for our own advancement. The intellectual ideas of our writers ought to receive a welcome in our colleges and universities and publics; they must be validated by the people themselves. If our thoughts lack validation it is because we have not validated our own experiences. Controversial writers, those who appear "controversial" to Europeans and Arabs, and some Africans, must have their voices raised as well. Chinweizu, Ayi Kwei Armah, and Kola Boof have audiences outside of the boundaries of the European journals.
The Black World today is not a North Atlantic or Atlantic world it is a global world, and where it touches the West African Ocean it is an African world of both North and South America.
Venezuela, Surinam, Guyana, and Colombia have higher percentages of Africans than the United States. Peru, Ecuador, and Mexico have historical populations of Africans who have significantly enriched those societies. Of course, the countries of Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Panama, so-called Central American nations, have large African populations.
Brazil, with more than half of its population African, has moved under the influence of Abdias do Nascimento, Gilberto Leal, Leila Gonzales and others to assert its African presence in political, cultural and economic terms. In a dramatic exercise of solidarity the Senegal government with the leadership of President Abdoulaye Wade and Foreign Minister Cheikh Tidiane Gadio have articulated a policy of engagement with Brazil that has resulted, among other things, in an air link between Dakar and Forteleza, a four-hour flight across the ocean.
This move is not so much an economic activity or a cultural activity as a statement between two countries of the black world that it is possible to reach across the 1500 miles of ocean and establish a partnership for unity. There are now only fading reasons, fragments of speech and ragged lines of discourse, that stand squarely in the face of the determined character of this new resurgent African world.
Orthodoxies of anti-Africanisms developed on the cauldrons of hatreds, discriminations, antagonisms, brutalities, and murders have now confronted the platinum will of millions of Afrocentrists bent on the recovery and assertion of the African voice. What is the meaning of the attack on African identity, agency, and assertion? If we are meeting to recognize and commemorate the 50th anniversary of a meeting of African writers and artists, how do we determine that they are African, if not by the historical experiences that have conspired to create us as a common group. Why am I here? Why are you here?
In my family we have family reunions each year when over four hundred people get together to celebrate each other. We are not all the same. We have different levels of experiences, diverse educational backgrounds, and uneven economic means, yet we know who we are by knowing to whom we are connected. It is the same with all people. Only those who are unclear about historical experiences or fearful of persecution because of identity choose to abandon their ancestors, their identities, or their culture. The French have no problem with Frenchness. In fact, they regularly say “L’identité de la France indestructible.”
I guarantee you that instead of discussing how to abandon Frenchness the intellectuals of France will discuss how to make it more invincible. The English have no problem with Englishness. Is this a form of essentialism as the literary critics define it? I do not know and it makes little sense to me in the face of the concrete realities of the African world. I think that the dabs of murky thinking that appear from time to time in our works may be responsible for the inability of African writers to determine what the classical African civilizations called maat.
I know that the Afrocentrist has arrived at a point of unspeakable freedom and peace, one of pure simplicity. It is easy to perceive, without much reflection how exciting and rewarding it is to advance truth, righteousness, balance, harmony, order, justice, and reciprocity, in the face of chaos. With the security of our struggle, joined with the international struggle for justice, we fear nothing and we wish nothing more for ourselves and others than maat.
We neither judge others, nor do we fear to be judged. In this regard, as Africans who write and create we are not anxious because we know that there is nothing more correct for us than our own historical experiences.
The Senegalese have a proverb that says, “Wood may remain in water for ten years, but it will never become a crocodile.” I can only say that the African Diaspora, in all of its glory, has never ceased being African even if it has forgotten the names of its earliest ancestors. Like the Jamaicans who honors Nanny, the Brazilians who adore Zumbi, the Haitians who celebrate Boukman, Mariesaint Dede, and Toussaint L’Ouverture, or the Africans in America who praise the names of Harriet Tubman and Nat Turner, continental Africans have thousands of ancestors whose names are called every day in a remarkable example of historical continuity. This is the narrative of an eternal quest for harmony as I have written in my book, The History of Africa.
We are neither blinded by pride nor place of origin, nor are our senses dulled by commitment to Africanity; we see our mission as the resurgence of Africa in the attempt to renew humanity. We may not see it in our day, but the time will come for the rectification of a common sense of justice based on the best principles of a world not trapped in the materialism of a Graeco-Hebraic-Germanic individualism. Neither should this new form of human discourse be dragged into some fundamentalist corner of a religious ideology parading itself as an alternative to the racialist character of Europeanization.
We become victims only if we allow ourselves to forget that blackness is not only color and culture, but is itself is a historical trope of ethical idealism. Thus, to be black or African is not to express simply particularism based on color, but rather to be open to an abiding commitment to truth, righteousness, justice, harmony, balance, order, and reciprocity. In a word, we will have achieved maat in the midst of chaos and that will be an authentic celebration for the participants who assembled here fifty years ago.
Note: Molefi Kete Asante is the author of The History of Africa, The Afrocentric Idea, Afrocentricity, Race, Rhetoric and Identity, Scattered to the Wind, a novel, and more than 60 other books. He teaches at Temple University. Asante is the editor, Journal of Black Studies, and has been a columnist for the Johannesburg City Press since 2003.
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Nafisa_goma
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Yes, I posted this because Door of Kush's novelist Kola Boof was mentioned by Dr. Asante as one of Africa's most important new writers, and at DOK we're very proud to have discovered and invested in an artist that more traditional corporate publishing houses were afraid of.
Like many others in the literary strata, we do believe Ms. Kola Boof is following in the footsteps of James Baldwin, Ralph Ellison and Nikki Giovanni, and like them, has been unfairly feared and initially dismissed because of the "controversy" that always surrounds the most groundbreaking artists.
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Soul_sister
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Nafisa
Thanks for posting this speech - I believe it is insightful and a call to arms for the conscious readers on the board - we need to demand more from our cultural artists -- from street lit folk to rappers - there is a need and responsibility to your art form and the ultimate expression of the subconscious
This is a timely post - because in this week's TIME magazine there is an article about street lit and how the market is blowin' up -- major publishing houses are seeking to attract new writers -- even 50 cent and others have started publishing companies - what does 50 know about anything - INCREDIBLE.
Thus, we who choose to indentify with the black/Africaness that Asante speaks of need to declare war through the purse strings on writers and artists who don't represent -- I know everything does not need to be Baldwinesque or folklorish like Zora but there needs to be some "awareness" Ann Petry Street or lately Quito Road by Dwight Fryer thanks for sharing - peace
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Schakspir
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Nafisa G: Like many others in the literary strata, we do believe Ms. Kola Boof is following in the footsteps of James Baldwin, Ralph Ellison and Nikki Giovanni, and like them, has been unfairly feared and initially dismissed because of the "controversy" that always surrounds the most groundbreaking artists.
Robert Hayden:
Soledad
(And I, I am no longer of that world)
Naked, he lies in the blinded room
chainsmoking, cradled by drugs, by jazz
as never by any lover's cradling flesh.
Miles Davis coolly blows for him:
O pena negra, sensual Flamenco blues;
the red clay foxfire voice of Lady Day
(lady of the pure black magnolias)
sobsings her sorrow and loss and fare you well,
dryweeps the pain his treacherous jailers
have released him from for a while.
His fears and his unfinished self
await him down in the anywhere streets.
He hides on the dark side of the moon,
takes refuge in a stained-glass cell,
flies to a clockless country of crystal.
Only the ghost of Lady Day knows where
he is. Only the music. And he swings
oh swings: beyond complete immortal now.
Margaret Walker:
Dark Blood
There were bizarre beginnings in old lands for the making
of me. There were sugar sands and islands of fern and
pearl, palm jungles and stretches of a never-ending sea.
There were the wooing nights of tropical lands and the cool
discretion of flowering plains between two stalwart
hills. They nurtured my coming with wanderlust. I
sucked fevers of adventure through my veins with my
mother's milk.
Someday I shall go to the tropical lands of my birth, to the
coasts of continents and the tiny wharves of island
shores. I shall roam the Balkans and the hot lanes of
Africa and Asia. I shall stand on mountain tops and
gaze on fertile homes below.
And when I return to Mobile I shall go by the way of
Panama and Bocas del Toro to the littered streets and
the one-room shacks of my old poverty, and blazing suns
of other lands may struggle then to reconcile the pride
and pain in me.
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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Kola_boof
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Ishmael Reed absolutely LOVED that poem. He sent my publisher an email about it. Signed "Uncle Ish".
Glad you like it too, Frog Anus.
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Schakspir
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The poem is just a collection of falsetto shrieks compared to the more nuanced poems of the others, especially Margaret Walkers' poetry. There is no comparison. Sorry. |
Mzuri
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Poor Poor Poor Poor Kola Spoof. How on EARTH do you come up with this GARBAGE! Do you shred the pages of the dictionary in a blender and splat the contents up against the friggen wall???? Those seem like the nonsensical utterances of someone who just ingested a vast amount of hallucinogenics. Seriously, stop perpetrating the sham of what a great writer and poet you want everyone to think you are. Get yourself a new face and a new name (and a new attitude) and start from scratch. I implore you. |
Schakspir
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I just read this poem again and I can say with certainty that it is absolutely ATROCIOUS! The grammar sucks, for one thing, and lines like: " had a God who loved me. His black serpent entered all
inside the fleshy corridors of my palace." --are so amateurishly bad, I don't know how to react. This is like something a junior high school student would write if he/she were smoking weed! |
Cynique
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Here is a haiku verse written by one of kola's multiple personalities who has turned into a rebel.
kola is just one me of many.
we await the adulation of the world,
but time and reason pass us by.
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Thanks for directing me to check out some actual poetry by Miss Kola Boof. Haters hate but they can't write like this:
http://www.kolaboof.com/chariot.htm
Controverial poems
http://poetwomen.50megs.com/whats_new.html
I got your back Kola 
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Cynique
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Yo, Nolanfane:
What happen to yo street vibe, playah? You all up in here talkin like you some kinda literate-azz nigga.
Like you ain't keepin it real, bruh.
I seez why deeze clan-azz haters don't pay you no mind. |
Mzuri
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Schakspir - Atrocious is putting it mildly. It is so far past being utterly hideous that it is beyond words. What rational human mind could come up with this? These ramblings are sort of like the apocalypse multiplied by the armageddon twelve times over! There is absolutely no way that I will ever believe that people of any significant numbers are paying to read this Kola Spoof dreck! The woman is desperately in need of a creative writing course - or a straight jacket! |
Schakspir
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What I seriously believe is that she is simply buying her own books online, and jacking up the sales figures. You can actually do this. I bought back two defective copies of my own novel and the sales figures "increased" as a result.
Plus, everybody is laughing their ass off at KB. She rants and raves about how nobody is taking the black woman seriously, but with her bullshit, she is definitely not helping things. |
Mzuri
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Did you catch her post yesterday asking why she isn't as tall as she was when she was younger? I almost fell out of my chair. How could anyone not know that you lose bone density as you age? Isn't that common knowledge? Man, if she doesn't know something as simple as that, she definitely has issues. Yet she wants people to believe that she hobnobs and jetsets with movers and shakers. She can't even conduct a semi-intelligent conversation. |
Enchanted
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Molefi Asante is a pretty big deal and if he's talking about her in Paris and I'm seeing her on CNN this morning then somebody's taking her seriously. I'm really not a Kola Boof fan for reasons having to do with her blatant colorism but my question to Schakspir and Mzuri is why do you two obsess over her? I counted your posts in the last two days they're all about or related to Kola Boof save for one or two. Nobodys taking her seriously though. LOL. I personally would like to see you two discredit her but isn't there a more intelligent serious way to do it because your posts make her seem more important than she is and makes you two look foolish. Why do you get so excited in your condemnation of her if she's not pushing some buttons?
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Mzuri
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The real question should be addressed to you "Enchanted." Don't you have anything other to do than to chase behind us and count our posts? We're discussing the crappy poem/writer here. This is a Black lit forum. Thank you. |
Enchanted
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The energy you and Schakspir put into Kola Boof makes her look credible and makes it appear that you two have ulterior motives rather than legitimate gripes. You probably caused someone to purchase her books this morning. Stop hyping her up.
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Cynique
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Seeing as how she is "enchanted", this poster can just materialize magically and say her piece. Will wonders ever cease?? Not as long as trolls roam this board. |
Enchanted
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Enchanted
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Cynique
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And your point is??? |
Schakspir
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Enchanted: The energy you and Schakspir put into Kola Boof makes her look credible......
Disenchanted: How, pray tell?! Everybody except the nuts on this board dismisses her as a flat-out PHONY. We just come here to burst your little bubbles. |
Enchanted
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I just read the speech sir. Where did Molefi Asante dismiss her as a flat out phoney? I watched her on CNN today and they didn't treat her like a phoney at all. She wasn't on the show but they talked about her very respectfully and they mentioned that more and more people are starting to take her claims seriously because of some Prince overseas. This site has two reviews of her book on it by reputable critics who loved the book. Who is everybody? Meanwhile as this thread grows, you're selling her damn books!
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Mzuri
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Post Number: 1930
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Votes: 3 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, October 14, 2006 - 08:41 pm: |
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ulterior motives rather than legitimate gripes
Huh. Read the crappy Kola Spoof poems for yourself. She can't write and you don't need to be a book critic to make that assessment.
It does appear odd that your character only pops out of the woodwork when Kola Spoof is in need of defending.
Why don't you ever seem to post any commentary of your own accord? |
Nolanfane
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Post Number: 345
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Yo Cynique. Like most negroes I can speak street talk when I want to and switch back to Cary Grant when it's nessumsary. Mind your biz.
Kam you the man. That review was on point. I don't see why a serious reviewer or journalist would give too much speculation to gossip that can't be proven. Kola's story is published in book form so that's proof she told her story and he criticeques the story she told. Not whether it was a lie or not. I happen to believe whatever old girl wants me to believe.
People on here attacking the man have ulterior motives anyway. Like he said if she's such a fraud when the media that hates her so much going to prove it? That speaks volumes.
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Cynique
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, October 16, 2006 - 04:05 pm: |
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Whatever vernacular you speak on, nolandfane, it reeks of contrived falseness. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz |
Zane
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, December 09, 2006 - 12:22 am: |
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I am currently reading two unpublished manuscripts by Kola Boof and you can say what you want about her, she can definitely write. I read not dozens but hundreds of books a year and publish more than 70 other authors.
For the record, before someone makes the silly accusation, this is not Kola Boof under another name. This is definitely Zane. And if you want to criticize my writing, go right ahead. People do it all the time. It will not hurt my feelings (or my book sales) one bit.
Zane |
Cynique
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, December 09, 2006 - 12:49 am: |
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Nobody ever said Kola Boof couldn't write, Zane. And I am surprised that you of all people would feel that you have to justify your actions or assure us that you are really Zane. Even Kola knows better than to try and pass herself off as an actual person. |
Babygirl
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Post Number: 310
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, December 09, 2006 - 09:08 pm: |
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I've been away too long. I thought Kola already had a publisher? Didn't she say and I quote her verbatim,
"I've signed with a conglomerate and I now have to "play" the role of American A-list author. My novel for 2007 already has people in New York saying that I'm going to be nominated for the National Book Award....it's that powerful, and it's something that's never been done before (you know, "The Sexy Part of the Bible")."
Why would someone with an alleged 3-book deal have reason to pitch to other publishers? Did her other manuscripts get refused? I hear publishers can do that for no reason at all whether she can write or not. |
Enchanted
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Post Number: 158
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, December 09, 2006 - 09:38 pm: |
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Molefi Asante and quite a number of heavyweight black intellectuals have been coming out in favor of Kola Boof. I have not totally changed my tune on the woman's penchant for "divise views" but I do understand she is gifted. A few of my frat sisters sware by her slavery novel "Flesh" and many soap fans are happy with what she's doing with the black family on "The Young and the Restless" where she is ghostwriter. She is smart because her name is really getting famous evrywhere you go nowadays. I saw white men in Nebraska online started a Kola Boof "worship" club and they make posters of her topless photos and trade to each other. Zane I am not Kola either LOl. I don't even like her. Cynique will get us!
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Cynique
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Post Number: 5968
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, December 09, 2006 - 11:38 pm: |
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Yeah, yeah, Enchanted, we know. You don't like Kola. Why is that? Because you are full of self hate? Puleeze. |
Zane
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Post Number: 32
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, December 10, 2006 - 08:56 pm: |
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Cynique,
If nobody said that Kola could not write, then what was the post by Mzuri about that stated, "Schakspir - Atrocious is putting it mildly. It is so far past being utterly hideous that it is beyond words. What rational human mind could come up with this? These ramblings are sort of like the apocalypse multiplied by the armageddon twelve times over! There is absolutely no way that I will ever believe that people of any significant numbers are paying to read this Kola Spoof dreck! The woman is desperately in need of a creative writing course - or a straight jacket!"
As for the comment about her looking for a publisher, I said that I was currently reading two unpublished manuscripts by her. I never said that she submitted them to me for publishing. How do you all know that she did not ask me for a blurb? Assuming is never a good thing. I never misspeak. If I was trying to say that I was looking at them for possible publication, I would have said exactly that. As far as "The Sexy Part of the Bible" she does have a lot of positive comments by very famous people regarding that book already. I have seen them. Zane |
Mzuri
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Post Number: 2279
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Votes: 4 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, December 10, 2006 - 09:31 pm: |
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Z - I was addressing the hideous Kola poem that Schakspir posted above. Please don't tell me that's not garbage! |
Cynique
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Post Number: 5983
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, December 10, 2006 - 11:04 pm: |
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Tell her, Mzuri! And it ain't like we really care whether or not Zane admires kola's work. It was hardly worth mentioning in a post. |
Mzuri
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Username: Mzuri
Post Number: 2281
Registered: 01-2006
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, December 11, 2006 - 12:47 am: |
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I think Zane likes my posts
P.S. Please report that gawd-awful thread that IGBOO made against you as I will do the same. And put her dumb a$$ on ignore mode. |
Zane
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Username: Zane
Post Number: 36
Registered: 11-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, December 11, 2006 - 01:22 am: |
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LOL, oh my goodness. Is this an adult conversation or elementary school? I am going back to publishing and writing. I'll come back to the boards to catch up in another few months but it's been fun. Keep doing what you do, children. Zane |
Cynique
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Username: Cynique
Post Number: 5988
Registered: 01-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, December 11, 2006 - 01:41 am: |
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Just cuz you call us children for cutting you down to size, doesn't mean we are, Zane. This is an open discussion board, not one of your erotic novels so you don't have the props to characterize people here. Buh Bye. LMAO. |
Mzuri
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Username: Mzuri
Post Number: 2282
Registered: 01-2006
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, December 11, 2006 - 01:57 am: |
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She must not have gotten the memo, huh? Like her a$$ is the only one around here gettin paid.  |
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