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Help Poet and Former Magazine Editor and Founder Relocate to West Africa with your Kind and Generous Support
A learned elder candidly stated that there is no such thing as Post-Traumatic Slave Syndrome, for the trauma has never been addressed by and large; that we continue to be in the throes of the traumatic events and consequences thereof; that there was never a break from such. Put simply, there is nothing “post” about the serial traumatic events and their effects (as intended) on our psyches as people of African descent is the point being made, emphatically.
Moreover, the plight for reparations in the U.S. and the Caribbean from the U.S government and Great Britain respectively could very well not materialize in our lifetimes, as justified a cause it is and as long overdue. With this serving as a backdrop to the continuous struggle to find a healthy community and to thrive in the West, where our people were brought in chains over four centuries ago to toil from sunup to sundown in the most inhumane conditions, I am of the resolve that repatriation is surely warranted and vital for one’s health and overall well-being.
Thus, cultivating and partaking in a healthy sense of community among people sharing an African identity is paramount from a spiritual, psychological and sociological standpoint for a people of a collective nature and appeal. Healing is virtually near impossible in this capitalist/white-dominated environment, with the bombardment of rugged individualism and ultra-competitiveness as the hallmarks of social life and racism remains the common thread, in ensuring the order remains.
It is for those reasons that one is seeking to actively participate in the movement to repatriate to the African continent in short order. However, exiting the Western matrix is never that simple without adequate resources in hand. To add, a paycheck-to-paycheck existence (by design) is where most of us find ourselves, making it a bit tricky to launch oneself onward onto a sustainable path, in the quest to relocate on a permanent basis to the motherland. Currently, I reside in the belly of the beast, NYC, spending a great deal of my professional life serving as a case manager for victims of domestic violence primarily of low income as they seek permanent housing in one of the most expensive cities on earth with government support.
It is in this vein and backdrop, I seek to solicit partial monetary assistance to make this mission possible in the shortest time possible. The aim is to raise roughly twenty thousand dollars via crowdfunding as seed money. It is quite understandable that not everyone will immediately recognize the valid intent expressed herein or the need to give support to each other’s plans to repatriate to the African continent. I would like to think of this as my proposal to my extended African Diaspora Family of a noble plan to exit the West, in expressing the need for support in bringing this plan to fruition. The greater mission, however, is to help promote sovereignty on the African continent that will serve as the bedrock for future generations. Hence, the need to be there in the flesh. All freedom-loving people are invited to give support.
Your donations are greatly appreciated through this platform.
I leave you with a few favorite poems of mine (paying homage to solitude) entitled Sweet Silence, I Become Soluble, and Musical Notes Beyond the Mind by yours truly:
Sweet Silence
Oh Sweet Silence
Won’t you sing me a song
For I long for your soothing tone
And your indomitable calm
How about a symphony
That all of noise would envy
Take my experience to a
Realm of unquiet, exuberant beauty
And if love should echo
A pitch that is recognizable only to this
Peaked ear
It will forever be grateful
Of this adornment
Dear
I Become Soluble
I’m away where
My heart lay
In its restful place
And my soul
Stretched out in
Its endless summer
Where velvet breeze
Fluff the brows
Resonating the
Ambiance of
Harmony
One with nature
Kinda hard to tell
Where one starts and the other ends
I love that sort of problem
What do I have to solve
I become soluble!
Musical Notes Beyond the Mind
A melancholic tune has filled the space
That I share
Its notes are beginning to give acknowledgement
To my muse
And I gladly write of the
Wind
The rain
And the terrain
Discovering songs that have yet to be released
Some I won’t sing myself;
Read I love
They play with a softer tone
Nourishment they are to my starved soul
Music they are to my interest
Respectfully,
Lindon George aka Yao Atunwa
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