I think it was Dr. Na’im Akbar who, in one of his books, makes distinction between being “informed” and being “aware” (or conscious). To be informed means at the very basic level that you’ve been exposed to a body of information. Not necessarily that you really grasp the meaning of what you’ve been exposed to - most times it just means you can regurgitate it upon request - or at least that’s one of the goals of the american public school system. To be aware or conscious means that you possess the tools and faculties to thoroughly engage information, examine its context, analyze the symbols therein, and apply the deeper truths to your existential reality.
I, like thousands of other Afrikans in this country, spent 16 years trying to regurgitate facts, stats, and figures in order to get pieces of paper that would prove that I am “smart.” During this 16 years (k-12, 4 years of undergrad), I was unknowingly conditioned to embrace the ideals of white supremacy and socialized to find my “proper place” as a cog in the wheel of the White Power Structure.
It was during seminary that my “eyes” finally began to open. I credit my professors for totally dismantling almost everything that I thought I knew about God. During the process of demolishing my theological foundation, they shook loose the psychological chains on my brain as it related to Afrikan inferiority. In my second year of seminary, I was undergoing a major transformation which was cultivated by the renewing of my mind. During that second year, I agreed to take a class in Ghana, West Africa on African Traditional Religions and that month-long learning experience tremendously accelerated my thinking as it related to my place in this world. We visited the slave castles in Elmina, I stood under a waterfall in the Volta Region, we studied the Akan culture, and we visited the last earthly home of W.E.B. DuBois - even enjoying a time of meditation next to his casket. I learned of my Ancestor -Osagyefo Kwame Nkrumah. I waded to the middle of the waters of Assin Manso - the last bathing place before enslaved Afrikans entered the slave castles and I stood in the Door of No Return…the doorway that led to the slave ships destined for the West.
It is difficult for me to articulate all that I felt and experienced back Home in Ghana, but suffice to say it was the place where I was Born Again. I left the U.S. as an African American, I returned to the states as a Afrikan in America. Since that experience in 2003, I have been on a Sankofa Mission - going back in history to study my Ancestors and Elders - their stories, their struggles, their lives, their sacrifices and coming forward to examine where I am in order to live a life which honors Almighty God and my Great Ancestors with hopes that I’ll one day join that Great Cloud of Witnesses.
The 45 books below, listed in random order, have been essential reading in my journey. This does not by any stretch of the imagination represent an exhaustive list of “must reads for Afrikans”. These books (and some DVDs) have simply helped me to find and keep my righteous mind. There are many many more that deserve prime placement on our shelves. Feel free to add books that have been impactful for you as well.
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