What is an African woman?

Listen Sibling, I come in peace,

“The problem with Europeans and Asians is Europeans and Asians; the solutions for Africans is Africans.” — Onitaset Kumat

Today, I rely on an unwitting Occidental to answer “What is an African Woman” as he describes the miserable two-hundred mile trek to the slave pens (emphasis mine). This should bring both a tear to your eye and a smile to your face. It’s the story of faithful women, it’s the story of no surrender, and it’s the story of “Africa’s greatest patriot,” Ngola Ann Nzinga!  I honor her alongside other Queens in Maroon and Build For Self and in a button I oft wear (see above.)

Only in the University level, after around two decades of mis-education, can you expect to learn of this Ancestor in the European’s school systems (and only barely). Do not limit yourself in sharing this story with our people. I will continue to provide you with excellent writings on history, philosophy, and community, genuinely promoting the necessary wisdom to initiate change in your neighborhoods; so subscribe to this newsletter. It’s our time to stand.

To wit, this is found in Chancellor William’s “The Destruction of Black Civilizations.” Our ancestor points out “For every two million Blacks enslaved over a million died. The record indicates that many millions preferred death to slavery.” We do not need to prefer ‘death,’ but certainly we should not prefer this.  Organize with the African Blood Siblings.  Write to help build African Blood Siblings Community Centers.  Subscribe, share, love.

An Occidental’s account on “the two-hundred mile trek to the slave pens.”
Posted here by Onitaset Kumat

” . . . It is not true that all women, and even children, were likewise marched in chains; this would have been unnecessary anyway because we had learned that these black women are so loyal to their men that they would follow them even into hell. Capture their men and you did not have to capture them. Yet many of these same women would seek death directly by attacking us and our armed guards. These, of course, were beaten and chained the same as the male slaves. . . . Another problem was the larger number of suicides during the two-hundred mile trek to the slave pens on the coast. The greatest number died from poison which hundreds of women would conceal on their bodies for the purpose, passing it to friends and kinsmen in the darkness of night before giving it to their children and finally taking it themselves. All this slowed us down during the night when we should have moved faster because it was cooler. Yet the dead and the dying had to have their chains chopped off from the living. Many babies were deliberately smothered to death by their dying mothers. . . . We do not believe that the other deaths were caused by the long march as some allege. For while it is true that we ourselves are carried in hammocks, the bearers are changed very ten or fifteen miles. The biggest and strongest boys are selected to carry us. They are usually between twenty and thirty years old. They also collapse sometimes, but only five have died during this year. It must be remembered that these Blacks are quite used to walking very long distances with heavy burdens. . . . There are many problems in this business. The captains, taking it easy on the coast, are always complaining about our slow movement and the many weeks it takes on the march. They never take into account how much we are slowed down by tramping and stumbling over the skeletons and rottening dead bodies of slaves that went along these trails before us–sometimes years before us. The stench of those who died recently is unbearable, yet we bear it. We also lose much time trying to find routes down which are free of the dead and dying. Then there are scores and scores of perfectly healthy Blacks who drop dead without any apparent cause. Some say they die our of sheer spite–another way of deafeating us. . . . We work in fear, for our guns are often useless in the increasing number of ambush attacks along these death-ridden trails. And while the Kongolese kings now harass us in their attempts to check the spread of the trade, the real danger is in the Angola region, the region of the Black Terror in the form of a death-defying Black queen, Ann Nzinga. Who ever heard of a woman general, leading her armies in person? The truth is that she is the greatest military strategist that ever confronted the armed forces of Portugal. Her tactics keep our commanders sweating in confusion and dismay. Her aim is nothing less than the total destruction of the slave trade. To this end–and what alrms us most–she has developed a system of infiltrating our Black troops with her own men, causing whole companies to rebel, desert, and join her armies in what she calls a ‘War of Liberation . . ..’ Portuguese casualities are always heavier than reported, for she stages surprise attacks with lightning speed, always aiming first to capture guns and cannons. And while we now surround ourselves with armed guards on these long marches, we never know how many of our Black soldiers are the Queen’s own men! . . ..”

Please read these posts as well:

The Allegory of Nat TurnerAfrican Revolt

Fable: The “Unwronging” InnocentDo Right

A Solution to the Rape of Our WomenAnalyzing Rape

Crisis in the CongoTrue Crisis

“Did We Sell [ . . . ] Into Slavery?” by [ . . .] BeardSlavery’s Fault

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