FILM: Buud Yam (Dir. Gaston Kaboré)
Currently watching Burkinabe director Gaston Kaboré’s 1997 historical drama, Buud Yam, set in a 19th century fictional village that follows the trials and tribulations of Wend Kuuni, a young man accused of sorcery with ulterior motives, whose quest to clear his name also leads him down a path of reflection and self-discovery.
The film won the Etalon de Yennega (the Grand Prize) at the 15th Ouagadougou Panafrican Film and Television Festival.
Thanks to film connoisseur swintons for the recommendation.
This is a great film. I really liked it.
I really enjoyed it too! So glad to find it online.
"If people want to let you go, just let them do it. They may not understand who you are. So don’t play around with fire; don’t give them their cake and let them eat it too. Here is your rule of thumb: they either commit to you or get none of you."
cultural genocide in North America
This, this right here, this is why “white people” cannot wear our things, cannot appropriate our customs or languages. Because y’all did this. y’all continue to do this too.
Gloria Richardson pushes a national guard bayonet out of her face during a 1963 civil rights protest in Maryland.
“boy bye”not with them shoes on
"A healthy relationship is one where two independent people just make a deal that they will help make the other person the best version of themselves."
best version. (via thinktwicetrue)
"When you start thinking for yourselves, you frighten them, and they try and block your getting to the public, for the fear that if the public listens to you then the public won’t listen to them anymore. And they’ve got certain Negroes whom they have to keep blowing up in the papers to make them look like leaders. So that the people will keep on following them, no matter how many knocks they get on their heads following them."
Malcolm X, ‘Confronting White Oppression’ (1965)
"you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him l e a v e
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love."
“for women who are ‘difficult’ to love.”(via notallwhowanderrlost)
"Two people who were once very close can
or grand betrayal
Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world."
Warsan Shire (via thelosersspot)
"i give myself five days to forget you.
on the first day i rust.
on the second i wilt.
on the third day i sit with friends but i think about your tongue.
i clean my room on the fourth day. i clean my body on the fourth day.
i try to replace your scent on the fourth day.
the fifth day, i adorn myself like the mouth of an inmate.
a wedding singer dressed in borrowed gold.
the midas of cheap metal.
tinsel in the middle of summer.
crevice glitter, two days after the party.
i glow the way unwanted things do,
a neon sign that reads;
come, i still taste like someone else’s mouth."
Warsan Shire, “Residue” (via lifeinpoetry)
"[love letter to self]
i don’t think so. but, i forgive you, girl, who tallied stretch marks into reasons why no one should get close. i forgive you, silly girl, sweet breath, decent by default. i forgive you for being afraid. did everything betray you? even the rain you love so much made rust out of your jewellery? i forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. i see you, tender even on your hardest days. i forgive you, waiting for him to call, i forgive you, the diets and the cruel friends. especially for that one time you said ‘i fucking give up on love, it’s not worth it, i’d rather be alone forever’. you were just pretending, weren’t you? i know you didn’t mean that. your body, your mouth, your heart, made specifically for loving. sometimes the things we love, will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway? i forgive you for being something that will eventually die. perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist."
Warsan Shire, “and were you being good to yourself?” (via lifeinpoetry)