C:\My Mind\Culture\Consciousness\Eurocentrism.exe /forceuninstall

For those who don't know computers, the above line simply means "Delete this file (Eurocentricism.exe) by any means neccessary."


I, like many before me have struggled with identity. As a child of the African Diaspora, I have felt that I had to push away my culture because I was lead to believe that it was "un-Christian" to embrace one's cultural identity. This is something that is not taught in the Bible, but rather by those who instead of teaching the Scriptures by the Holy Spirit, they instead misused / abused it and turned the Bible into a "American /European" book; and Jesus into a European/American, instead of honoring Him for who He is, The Son Of God, Son of David, Lion of the Tribe of Judah. I was afraid to be who I really am. I was constantly bombarded with images of Africans being primitive, Bushmen who jabbered and killed "civilized White men". I was taught to hate my African heritage. Never was it taught to me that the first university to exist was Timbuktu in ancient Mali. I was never told that ancient Khemet/ Egypt was founded by Black Africans, and not Europeans. I thought the Greeks were THE founders of logic and philosophy, now I know better.


I have awakened from the "Matrix" of Eurocentric brainwashing. I now know that I can celebrate who I am, who God created me to be, a son of Africa. I worship the Creator of all things, the One who said "I am the Alpha and the Omega." He Himself is Spirit. God is not the "old White man in the sky", but is Spirit. I am to worship Him in spirit and truth through His ressurected son Jesus, again, not a White man. I wrote a poem that reflects where I now reside in myself. I wanted to share with those who would understand. This is not intended to offend or alienate anyone.


Asante,


Michael







The time has come...


The struggle is now over. I know who I am...


I am a son of Africa, one of millions taken from their rightful home. I am the son of a griot, a hunter, a scribe. I am the progeny of ancient genius. I am the result of those who lifted stones from the earth and made the Pyramids. I tasted the sands of time as I built Khemet. I smell the cooking fires and watch closely as the children gather around the village elder to hear the stories of long ago. I am the drummer who plays the Djembe as the warriors dance to my rhythms. I am the scholar who teaches the eager minds of the young in Timbuktu. I am a son of Africa... and I have returned.