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    dots Submission Name: My African valuesdots

    Author: Temidayo
    ASL Info:    29 male Nigeria-lagos
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 161/40/20
    Words: 400
    Class/Type: Misc/Longing
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       reflection on whats african and whats borrowed, whats native and so-called uncivilised and whats acceptable by western standards

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    dotsMy African valuesdots

    These values I treasure, to you they seem odd or even strange but on them I believe and rely
    Without measure,

    Don’t make a face or look with disdain
    when with my fingers demolish mounds of yam
    yams pounded smooth by the pestle in a mortar.

    You need not sneer cause I prefer
    the tough labour of strenuous pounding,
    to the quick fix, of an appliance that can cook, bash and mix.

    To me the methods differ, so also does the results:
    the former makes a better feel on my tongue,
    while the latter lumps short and long.

    Call me no tyrant if I like my women to kneel before me
    while I am eating, as they do in greeting.

    Spare me names if every now and then
    I expect women to surrender to the wiles and caprices of men.

    Gape not in shock as I contend the best of the village wrestling flock
    to win de-flowering rights of the head chief's daughter.
    Cough not! If I return her and demand gifts for the offence,
    of a short-changed experience, not even worth my gruelling expense

    Speak not of therapy, if I walk through thickets in deep dialogue
    with unseen tree spirits.

    Laugh not! If with chalky smears on my arms, chest and face,
    I dance and prance around a bonfire, wave my arms in space.

    All this I do to ward off spirits and demons
    or babble to invisible ancestors in a bid to know whets past.

    Stare not in fright, when waist deep in brackish waters I demand a child
    from the river goddess at the hour of midnight.

    Try not to mock my African values
    for both the Irish and Chinese have theirs.
    At moonlight my rib-cracking tales of the wiles of mar tortoise,
    stories to teach and entertain my kids
    and their peers sited semi circle about me.

    Don’t make derogatory remarks about primitive me-
    just because I often boil tree barks, roots green herbs
    overnight to make my shivering body fever-free.
    Especially as I rub snail ooze like lotion on my body.
    I laugh cause now science copies me.

    Don’t belittle my African values for what they are,
    for someday you would wish, like me
    that you had retained some of your true identity,
    than succumbing to the westerner in totality.

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      ooooh i love this!! i see what you mean. you make me miss my mom...she's Nigerian too. good work, dear.
    | Posted on 2011-03-22 00:00:00 | by Amma | [ Reply to This ]
      this is very long but i like it! I'm currently taking a Sociology class right now and am learning a lot about norms values and how every culture is different what may seem odd to us isn't going to be odd to other cultures. Thanks for posting you've opened my eyes even more

    | Posted on 2011-03-08 00:00:00 | by jackz | [ Reply to This ]
      i feel a sense of Alice Walker's "Everyday Use" in this...

    if we throw away our heritage, reject it...later we will regret not having that to hold onto...

    once we really let it go, it's gone...
    i like how you are how you are..the speaker in this piece does not apologize for being who he is...yet i also feel there is not so much of a submission thing expected on the part of the woman..more like a partnership..and each plays his or her role...

    this moved me...i like the beginning of this...the quick fix..the premade...no good...it is the process that is important...

    not the end result...like Phoenix in "a worn path" the journey makes the person what he or she is...

    thank you for this read.
    | Posted on 2011-02-18 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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