starbucks (@starbucks) logo traces roots back to Africa.
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When you see that Starbucks logo, you probably think the same thing as me: “There’s that ‘smiling mermaid’ logo, there must be some good, but overpriced, coffee nearby”. Well what isn’t known to the world is that this is a picture of Yemayaa, also know through out West Africa and the Caribbean as Yemoja,Yemowo, Mami Wata, Janaína, LaSiren (in Vodou) is an Orisha – said to be a Goddess of the traditional Yoruba religion that was brought by the enslaved Africans of what is now Nigeria to the west. She is the patron of women, in particular, pregnant women. When slaves were transported across the ocean, it was said to be Yemaya who protected them on their journey and kept them safe. She is kind and giving. She takes a long time to anger but when she does, watch out, you have a hurricane on your hands. She is said to be the “mother whose children number as the fish in the sea” and that is why she is presented as a two-tailed mermaid.Yemaya is said to bring forth and protect life through all the highs and lows, even during the worst atrocities that can be suffered. She reminds women to take time out for themselves, to nurture their own needs and to respect their deserved position in life.
Happy Black History month everyone!
I thought it came from a “14th century Norse woodcut”.
You know what else happened in the 14th century?
The Atlantic Slave Trade. The beginning of 5 centuries of dispersion of African people, culture, and religion. So are we truly surprised that this orisha and her image made it to other parts of the world? Shouldn’t be.
HE HANDED THAT SHIT TO HIMMMMM
Farrakhan does not fear man. Amen.
great gif set
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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah (via ethiopienne)
I. It is Brahmin tradition to pierce the ears of newborns, expelling negative energy from the body. Your grandfather is insistent on the ceremony, but your father refuses; he does not want anyone making decisions about your body other than you. Your ears remain unpierced. The evil is not let out.
II. When you play Pretty Pretty Princess for the first time, you are handed a pair of clip-on plastic blue earrings. They dig into your skin and get caught in your hair, but you keep them there. At the end of the game, you find small red scars on both earlobes. You hope that if you play enough, you might be able to make holes.
III. You catch your mother looking through her jewelry drawer wistfully one day, opening and closing small boxes. She turns to you and smiles. “Who will I give all my earrings to?” she asks.
You do not have an answer.
IV. You count four holes in your grandmother’s face: both ears and both nostrils. Her piercings are linked by a fine chain, and you wonder what it feels like to have so many empty spaces in a body.
V. Your sister does not want to get her ears pierced. Your sister wants to wear jeans to Indian parties and she does not want coconut oil rubbed on her face. Your sister refuses to braid her hair carefully at the nape of her neck. But your sister keeps pictures of gods in her room, and your mother praises her for that.
VI. By the time you are in 8th grade, your ears have become anomalous. “Never?” girls ask you incredulously. “Never,” you say, and you like the way the word tastes in your mouth.
VII. Your mother buys you clip on earrings for your high school graduation. You leave them in the car.
VIII. You are 20 the first time you hear the story of your father and your grandfather and your unmarred ears. Your mother tells it at the dinner table, and your father blushes. “Aren’t I lucky I married him?” she asks. That night, you stand in front of the mirror for hours, turning from one side to the other. You are glad for the choices you have been given. You are glad for the choices you did not make.
IX. There is a revolution both between your ears, and do not believe there is only one way to let it out.
Indian Bridal Fashion Week 2013: Tarun Tahiliani