Feira Africana (and rambling thoughts)

Tuesday was laundry day
but there was no water running in the city –
electricity was on the blink
for most of the afternoon.
Man, we are roughing it!

WiFi didn’t connect in the Feira,
but there was plenty of real shopping to be done.
Spent a few hours with my cunhado
at the Pindjiguiti memorial –
remembering the dockworkers who were martyred there –
remembering their noble intentions of non-violence –
remembering the armed struggle decision –
remembering the glorious revolution
that overthrew the jugo estranjeiro –
its successes, its failures.

Reading about Amilcar Cabral
during my youth drew me to this place:
Norfolk Journal & Guide & Baltimore Afro-American
came to the house every week (along with the Future Outlook) –
later I’d buy Muhammad Speaks, The African World,
and Black Panther newspapers off the streets.
My earliest African heroes, though,
were Mirus Iftar and Kip Keino.
& Dona Juliana taught me my first
Amilcar Cabral poem.

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Author: Raymond Maxwell

https://raymmaxx.wordpress.com/ Librarian, retired foreign service manager and former naval officer. Strong interests in information architecture, instructional design, critical pedagogy, taxonomies and metadata management, information governance, and cultural heritage preservation.

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