I’m on some SANKOFA-ism… and it’s about damn time!
For me, right now I am in a state of metamorphosis. I first became aware of the word SANKOFA from the name of a brother I follow on twitter, Bilal ‘Coach’ Sankofa, a poor righteous teacher in my opinion. The word Sankofa perfectly describes what it’s going to take for me to shed the learned behavior, mentality, and religion that have been forced upon me since the day I was born. As a young adult I allowed myself to be distracted; prior to my period of ‘wandering’, I used to stay building on ‘deep’ topics, and even so, I probably don’t know half of the greatness that originates from within Africa, for there is plethora of it. That will soon change.
I posted the above title on FB as a status update and a sister commented “watch the movie… it’s deep.” I have to admit, I had never seen or even heard of the movie. I found Sankofa; the movie, and within the first 10 minutes it conjured up gut-wrenching reminders of what my ancestors were subjected to. The whole movie was intriguing; the scene where the slave master and priest force THEIR god and religion on Mona DEFINITELY stood out. The tear-jerker… at the end when Mona emerges from the pits of the dungeon, sort of resurrected, and an African woman clothes her naked body, hugs her, and says, “My child welcome back. Embrace Me.” That’s what I’m on.
