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if
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When
I first accepted that I was an artist of some kind, I promised myself
that I would never hide my insecurities--that it would become a part
of my work--and because I had spent most of my childhood and early teen
years in psychiatric care, it was very important to me that my work
possess a multi-dimensional otherworldliness, similar to what had fascinated
me as a teen about silent films of the 1920's, about Sylvia Plath's
poems, Curtis Mayfield records and Toni Morrison novels. As I've stated
in my autobiography...I believe that my work and that my art, at its
core, is a constant struggle for "sincerity". In my mind,
"sincerity" is what makes a hit record, a classic novel or
a poem live forever, and as a writer and public figure, I endeavored
to write about very painful realities--things that have been killing
me inside all my life--but I wanted to imbue them with a beauty and
with a separate voice. I wanted them to live on their own, independent
of me, held up by their own truth. But, of course, as one of those children
that the world does not revolve around, I also wanted them serve me.
My agenda. At last, I want to be served!
In many ways, I've accomplished that. "Pure Nigger Evil",
"Long Train to the Redeeming Sin", "Nile River Woman",
"Flesh and the Devil", "The Sexy Part of the Bible"
and "Diary of a Lost Girl" are more than just stories, fables
and poems. They are political statements and brisk testimonies; wrenching
prayers--and I thank you--those who have acknowledged my actual work
and not been so cynical of a person from a different culture and a different
mindset. It is a blessing to my life that I am able to be heard and
to have this...coloring book.
Though I have no formal education whatsoever, my books are studied now
in universities and famous people (sometimes literary people that I
admired as a teen) contact me to say how moved they were by my writing
or how impressed they are with my skill. Truly this is wonderful. But
just as well...there is the ugly side.
The constant
publicity of my past with Osama Bin Laden, publicity that was initiated
by the British press, and my struggle to create a womanist identity
rooted in my Nilotic heritage and black acculturation causes me to be
routinely misunderstood and widely smeared and slandered by the American
media. What has been a sincere attempt on my part to invent and control
my own public image is continuously used against me--to make me appear
a crazy and flamboyant figure. I agree with the Nigerian poet Tolulope
Ogunlesi when he says that my career reminds him very much of the beginnings
of Zora Neale Hurston's...and this is further exemplified by editors
at the major American publishing houses demanding---"You're such
a brilliant writer...why can't you be more like Z.Z. Packer? Why can't
you be more like Zadie Smith?"
But I am Kola Boof. I began as a model and actress. I never went to
college as those women did. I was very politically involved with the
Sudanese People's Liberation Army and I spent more time on my back (lost
to myself) sleeping with men to "to try and be found" than
I ever spent in any writer's colonies or writer's workshops. I lived
a highly remarkable child and teenhood, one so emphatically traumatic
that most people would claim it's "unbelievable". And yet...it's
the truth. It's my truth and it's what makes me special and sets me
apart from all others.
This page is called "Hit the Sky"...because
that's my prayer for my art, my beliefs and my convictions...my love
for my people. I want to have unlimited success. I want to be heard
and I want to be large enough to instigate and bring about change...real
CHANGE...in the lives of black women and girls. No more being called
"strong black women", I want to advance my own mantra..."the
living woman"...those of us whose loyalty is to our wombs and who
endeavor to live our lives for our own paradise and not the ends of
all who betrayed us.
I want to set the seeds for the restoration of Africa and to humanize
and affirm blackness--by itself, not mixed--but BLACK as in all black
put together. I want to see a revolution of authentic blackness born
in those who are truly black in color, because for the people with black
skin and African hair...the more things have changed, the more they've
stayed the same.
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EVERYBODY
LIED ON ME
a poem by Kola Boof
Walking up the icy concrete
You see the snow on the fences
On your face so young…
The cleanest blue ever-clear/all outdoors
Dough Roller says:
You tell the truth
and yet telling the truth doesn’t set you free.
It makes you sick.
In fact the more you tell it, the sicker you git.
Paper boy throws.
Computers done wrote a newspaper.
Paper boy throws. Somebody’s power.
To publish a newspaper.
Poet says:
There are all kinds of truths and all
kind of tellers.
The truth can get you killed.
Rolling Pin/Dough Hands:
There are all kinds of lies and all
kinds of listeners.
Sometimes lies ring true.
It takes truth to make up a good lie.
Crow:
There
are all manner of bikes and
all kinds of paper boys.
All kinds of brain waves for all kinds of channels.
It’s your dream…this beautiful truth.
You are walking up the icy concrete.
You see the Snow on the fences.
You feel the earth move beneath your icy feet.
Whispers tickle like hair in your nose.
Kola:
Don’t
plant your garden in the Snow.
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My life is about the beautiful babies I had--my two sons. It's about
creating art and social discourse that will leave for them the inheritance
of a better world. And it's also about my White Arab Egyptian father's
dream for the African people. That we would be liberated and loosed
in our minds, in our spirits and in our fantasies--none of which can
ever happen without respecting and honoring the root of our tree, the
womb of our race--the authentic black woman. For as it is said by Africans..."a
nation cannot rise above its woman"...then perhaps our kind has
been lowered as we have lowered and not redeemed and acknowledged our
own motherseed.
If we can appreciate and worhsip the authentic White woman…as
this American society insists that we do…then why not appreciate
and uphold the authentic Black woman, the African? Or as my Egyptian
father called my Blue Black mother…"the goddess flower".
Surely that day is coming and I will be a part of bringing it.
Tima usrah,
my beloveds. ("through fire comes the family")
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Train Book Cover |
Kola
Boof's acclaimed short story collection, Long Train
to the Redeeming Sin: Stories About African Women
is available in the United States. (0-9712019-0-0).
The book was forced out of print for the entire year of 2003 after
Muslim fundamentalists in Morocco firebombed its publisher, Russom
Damba, which in turn caused him to drop Kola Boof from his publishing
company.
Other books by Kola Boof include...Nile River Woman
... Flesh and the Devil: A Novel ...and
her autobiography Diary of a Lost Girl.
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