aaduna in exile 2021-2022 - Uckfield
Not Knowing...Knowing... It started in the winter of 1967…my exposure to things, words, music and an intriguing aspect of global Black culture that was foreign to me prior to college. Fêtes, goat water, baked green plantains, fungee, pepperpot, curried goat, jerk chicken, ganja, patois, ackee, ska, calypso, and reggae, numerous jump-ups, jumbies…all invaded and challenged my inability {and truth be told, unwillingness} to even try to understand the English that was spoken to me, the hand gestures and other mannerisms directed my way. I knew I had to allow myself to be flooded with cultural aspects that had the potential to embolden my spirit and expand my perspectives on being “Black.” Simply, every “foreign” nuance was lumped and termed Jamaican or West Indian while my ignorance of the diversity of distinct countries was simplified and coalesced in generic phraseology. And when I decided to bust open my isolated homogeneity sense of “blackne...