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.
Watch the rest of the film on YT.
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.
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Rod 2.0: Mark Anthony Neal on Black Masculinity and Leroy of "Fame"
The example I always use is if we see a black man with a basketball, we don’t even have to process that. We’ve seen it so many times in our lives, we know exactly what that means. If we were to see a black man with a violin, that gives us reason to pause, right? We have all of these questions that are now attached, you know, how did he get the violin? Does he know how to play the violin? How can he afford the violin? I mean we can go on and on.Hip-hop becomes a very interesting space in this conversation because it [has] monetized the image of black masculinity, and made several of these figures incredibly wealthy - the Jay-Zs and the Snoop Doggs and the Will Smiths But it’s also a space that limits our understanding of the range of possibilities of what black masculinity can look like.
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"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."
Joey Furjanic, The Heartbreak Hotel: How Long Will You Stay? (via petrichour)
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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.
(via android-ink)
clintisiceman:
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
(Source: clintisiceman, via nikiy)
"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)
Basically
(via wonderfrankie)(Source: gooddaysunshinee, via undiagnosedadhd)
"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)
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"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."
Warsan Shire
“for women who are ‘difficult’ to love.”
(via notallwhowanderrlost)"Two people who were once very close can
without blame
or grand betrayal
become strangers.
Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world."
Warsan Shire (via thelosersspot)
eternal consciousness bliss: “the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word...
“the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’….
"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)
