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Call for Papers - Special Issue of African Identities

 

Call for papers for a special issue of African Identities to be published in the summer of 2012 (African Identities: Journal of Economics, Culture and Society)

Late Modernity, Locality and Agency: Contemporary Youth Cultures in Africa


More than a decade and half ago, Donal Cruise-O'Brien (1996) had declared that the African youth were 'a lost generation.' This fatalistic summation of the fate of the African youth was perhaps for good reason. The enormous socio-economic and cultural forces surrounding the lives of young people in Africa were [and still are] simply daunting. And at the very core of this seemingly insurmountable socio-economic atmosphere are the pervasive unjust protocols of postcolonial regimes under which most African youth live. Indeed, more recent scholarship suggests that there is no respite yet for the African youth as the hopeless situation has escalated (See Abbink, Jon and Ineke Van Kessel 2005 & Alcinda Honwana and Filip De Boeck 2005). On account of the inclement socio-economic and political circumstances surrounding young people in Africa, what we are now witnessing across the entire continent is what Mamodou Douf (2003) describes as the 'dramatic irruption of young people in both the domestic and public spheres,' putting young people at the very heart of the continent's socio-economic and political imagination (Durham 2006). But the challenges facing African youth are not peculiar to
them.

All over the world, the new sociology of youth points to a growing concern about the ramifications of globalization, late modernity and general global social and economic restructuring for the lives and futures of young people. But amidst the lingering fears of the future of the young, scholars
have also called for a deep reflection and rethinking of young people's own resilience and agency in the midst of these turbulent times. This special issue of African Identities, tentatively entitled Late Modernity and Agency: Youth Cultures in Africa, seeks to reflect on the varied contours of youth responses to social change in Sub-Saharan Africa. While young people in Africa continue to face extraordinary social challenges in their everyday lives, what are the unique ways in which they have reinvented their circumstances to keep afloat in the midst of seismic global social changes? Papers are solicited on a wide range of topics on the African youth that may unravel young people not only as victims but also as active social actors in the face of a shifting global modernity. The themes may include amongst others,

- African Youth and Globalization
- Late Modernity and Social Change
- Youth and Media-Film, Television, Video, Internet, etc
- Hip-hop, Club Cultures and other forms of Popular culture
- Mobility and Social Media
- Gender and New Economies of Youth
- Democracy, Power and Youth Activism
- Youth and Conflict in Africa
- New Subjectivities and Agency
- Neo-Pentecostalism as Subculture
- The Informal Economy and Invented Pathways
- Lifestyles and Identity Constructions
- New Spatial Politics in Public and Domestic Spaces

Abstracts of not more than 500 words (including name, position, institutional affiliation, and email contact) may be sent to P.UGor@bham.ac.uk no later than September 30th, 2011. This special issue of African Identities will be published in the summer of 2012.

 

 

PUB: American Literary Review - Contest

2011 Literary awards

Contest Guidelines

    Please note that we do not accept submissions via email.   

  • Three prizes of $1,000 each and publication in the Spring 2012 issue of the American Literary Review will be given for a poem, a short story, and an essay.

  • Submit up to three poems, a short story of up to 8,000 words, or an essay of up to 6,500 words with a $15 entry fee between June 1 and October 1, 2011. Make checks payable to American Literary Review. Entries submitted before June 1 or after October 1 will be returned unread.

  • Include a cover page with author's name, title(s), address, and phone number. Do not include any identifying information on subsequent pages except for the title of the work.

  • Enclose a $15.00 reading fee (includes subscription) and a SASE for contest results. Multiple entries are acceptable; however each entry must be accompanied by a reading fee. (Note: only the initial entry fee includes a subscription.

    Subsequent entry fees go to contest costs only and will not extend the subscription.) Make checks payable to American Literary Review.

  • Short Fiction: One work of fiction per entry ($15), limit 8,000 words per work.

  • Creative Nonfiction: One work per entry fee, limit 6,500 words per work.

  • Poetry: Entry fee covers up to three poems (i.e. one to three poems would require an entry fee of $15; four to six poems would be $30, and so on).

  • Label entries according to contest genre and mail to ALR's regular submission address:


    For example: American Literary Review Short Fiction Contest
                        P.O. Box 311307
                        University of North Texas
                        Denton, TX 76203-1307

 

OP-ED + VIDEO: Staceyann's Gonna Have A Baby

Staceyann Chin

 

 

Baby Makes Me:

New Film by Tiona M

featuring Staceyann Chin

Staceyann Chin Takes On “Motherhood” on Film entitled, “Baby Makes Me.” Baby Makes Me is the feature-length documentary that will explore the challenges and triumphs of Single Motherhood, particularly in the lives of women of color, lesbians and women who make a conscious choice to be mothers in the absence of intimate/romantic partnerships with men.

Staceyann Chin discovered a need for such a resource when she started to embark on a journey to have her own baby. Listen to her and Tiona M discuss the proposed film.

If you would like to be apart of the film or contribute to the film, email babymakesm[@]gmail.com.

 

__________________________


 

Staceyann Chin

Author, 'The Other Side of Paradise

A Single Lesbian's

Quest for Motherhood

I spent my teenage years being terrified of getting pregnant. Every Bible lesson, biology lesson, and casual reference to the future was marked with the warning: if you get pregnant, your life is over. Though I knew I wanted a family someday, I took heed, and I avoided sex for as long as I could, and when I did engage in sex with men, I was very careful never to do so without protection.

When I began dating women, it was definitely a relief not to worry about it anymore. I skipped careless through my 20 and landed, childless, into my thirties. I pursued my passions, I wrote, I chased women, I traveled, I slept late, or woke up early -- my day was always my own. I imagined that one day I would meet Miss Right, spend an appropriate number of years reveling in our romance, then, over careful discussion and even more careful planning, we would find a sperm donor, who was the right combination of both our ethnicities, and we would procreate.

Except, one day I looked up from the jaded wreckage of my umpteenth breakup and was deafened by the horror of my ticking biological clock. I was 35 and living a solitary life in a one-bedroom apartment in New York City. Suddenly, writing a memoir, traveling to South Africa for the summer, being on Broadway or drinking red wine from the navel of one gorgeous, feminist lesbian after another didn't seem all that meaningful anymore. I wanted to experience another kind of love. I was ready for a baby.

My friends who had babies talked about how amazing it was to be a mother, how it changed them, how it was simultaneously the most terrifying and the most rewarding relationship they had ever had. Having never had a relationship with my mother, I had no first-hand knowledge of what they were talking about. I only knew that I wanted to experience it. Against every instinct and every bit of advice I was given by the wise old women in my past, I decided that I was going to get pregnant without having a partner.

I scanned my circle of friends for sperm donors. I wanted somebody good looking and smart and OK with signing away his parental rights. I was surprised by how many men had a problem with the latter. It took me a year to find someone who would say yes. A young artist, Edward, agreed to donate his sperm; he did not want the daily responsibilities of raising a child, and I wanted the freedom to do the day-to-day without the unpredictable compromises of co-parenting. He thought it was a wonderful thing to help a lesbian become a mom. I thought he was a miracle for saying yes.

It was perfect.

I felt sure that I was prepared for Edward's visit in every way. I had been charting my cycle for months now. I peed on a stick every morning between the hours of 6 and 9. I took my basal body temperature first thing in the morning. I examined my vaginal fluid. I knew how long he should abstain from ejaculation in order for me to get the brightest and the best sperm to partner with my desperately aging egg. It was all very normal, I told him. I calmly explained how long and why he had to get there before the egg died.

The obsessive-compulsive that I am, I cleaned the bathroom and dimmed the lights; I set up the pillows on which to prop my hips after I did the insemination; I had my needle-less syringe ready. I laid everything out on a clean, pink bath towel in the bathroom and waited for him to arrive. And when he did, I soundlessly pointed him to the bathroom and turned up the music so that he would have some privacy in my one-bedroom Brooklyn apartment. I lay down on the couch and visualized my baby's face -- because I had heard somewhere that that improved a woman's chances of conceiving.

I read that on average it takes men three to seven minutes to ejaculate with masturbation. And under pressure, which clearly described today's activities, it could take as long as 15 minutes. I settled into the spiritual leaf-blowing, fully intending to puff away for at least 10 minutes. 
So I was caught completely off guard when a minute later, the door popped open, and Edward padded out with the pink towel wrapped around his lower half.

"What should I put it in?"

His question did not make sense. I thought he was asking about his penis. For a moment I thought I had chosen the only man who had no idea how to masturbate.

I almost said, "Your hand, you have to put your penis in your hand and rub," but my mouth wouldn't work. I opened it, but nothing came out.

"The stuff," he said. "Where should I put the stuff after it comes out?"

Jesus! I hadn't given him a collecting cup. Every book and blog and personal account of home insemination reminded you to have a collecting cup! Is this the kind of mother I was going to be? Was I going to forget the kid when I left the hospital? In a cab? On the plane? Was I the kind of mother who was going to neglect her child?

I rummaged through my kitchen cabinets in search of a container. A coffee mug seemed daunting; the shot glasses too small. But the flower-printed soy sauce dipping dish would be exactly the right size to make any contribution look hefty. It was wide enough to not require perfect aim. I grabbed two and presented them with fanfare to him. He tightened his towel and headed back to the bathroom.

Five minutes later he rushed out, dipping dish in hand, almost brimming over with all my possible children. I grabbed the dish and sped off to the bedroom.

It took me only a few seconds to suck up every bit of the semen into the syringe. On my back and knees to chest, I inserted the needle-less syringe and emptied it inside myself, after which I forgot to picture my baby's face, because it was kind of hard trying to relax, and to elevate my pelvis, while keeping my vagina covered without moving so that I could hug Edward goodbye. He had a date, so he had to rush off, but he wished me all the luck in the world.

Two weeks of obsessing and checking my body for pregnancy symptoms later, I peed on a stick, and it told me that I was not pregnant. I was devastated.

It took me another year to find the courage to do it again.

When the second attempt proved unsuccessful, I decided to go to the experts.

The staff at the clinic reception was sweet and helpful. They all smiled and listened and nodded while I explained that I was a lesbian and wanted to get pregnant. They laughed when I told them about my funny, unsuccessful home attempts. They assured me that I had come to the right place.

"Look here, Staceyann," said Dr. B, as he turned the screen toward me during the ultrasound. "Do you see that mass right there? That is a fibroid that is very unfortunately located."

I looked at him blankly, before asking what he meant.

"Listen." He said, "Don't start thinking negatively. The trick is to think positive. I suggest we do a couple things first. I am of the opinion that the size of this mass should be removed before we proceed. I'm going to send you to a doctor who has operated on a member of my own family to do this surgery."

Six months after laparoscopic surgery, I began taking drugs, which turned me into a crazy woman. First up were the birth control pills, after which they added the series of fertility drugs. Those kicked it up a notch. My breasts were swollen. I was constipated. I slept all the time. I was peeing twice in the hour. I was convinced I was pregnant, though nothing had been done to make that possible just yet. My ovaries were looked at, my blood tested for genetic abnormalities.

Then they asked for sperm.

In the years I had been plotting to become a mother, I had had conversations with maybe 30 men about sperm. Many had said yes and then changed their minds. So now, I made one last-ditch effort and reached out to a handsome 20-year-old filmmaker. He said yes, and we took his super-sperm to the clinic.

They put me under, took ten eggs out of my ovaries and attempted to fertilize them. Three days later they called me to say three of my eggs had made it to embryos. I went back in and watched on the high-tech screen as they injected the three four-celled globs into my uterus.

Everyone who has done this will tell you that the two-week wait for the blood test is the hardest part of trying to get pregnant. It is brutal. Every sign is an indication that you are pregnant or not pregnant. Every moment is agony. Every episode is reason to collapse into tears. And the compulsion to test is almost physically painful to resist. I lasted a week and four days. On Mother's Day I dared the universe and tested. The first line appeared in seconds. The second took its time, but it was faint, and I was almost convinced that it wasn't there. I took a picture with my cell phone and sent it to a friend, who called me back whooping and screaming and saying congratulations. I could barely breathe. I didn't want to let myself believe that this journey had actually borne fruit.

I cried because I was so happy. And then I wept because I was so alone. I cried for myself as a fetus, unwanted and unplanned for. I allowed myself to ache for the child I had been, who was forced to navigate the world without parents, without a buffer between her and the world. I promised the tiny seed growing inside my womb to never allow him or her to feel unwanted or unloved. I marveled at how changed I felt. Already.

 

__________________________

 

 

Staceyann Chin

Author, 'The Other Side of Paradise'

Open Letter to

My Unborn Daughter (or Son)

 

Posted: 8/23/11 06:28 PM ET

 

Dear Daughter (or Son),

Some people are concerned that I am sharing too many details about you and the way you came to be in my public writings. They worry that knowing too much about your biological father, or knowing too little about him, or having an openly gay mother, or two, will cause you unnecessary pain. I have considered their input and decided to write an open letter to you about all this. I begin by acknowledging that there will be difficulties in your life; everyone has things with which they will struggle. And the world we live in is cruel and unfair and riddled with inequalities you will come to know only too well, because of, but not limited to you being Black, and the child of a lesbian immigrant, a loudmouth, a rabble-rouser, and a dissenter of sorts. Your life will not begin with wealth. And already, the way you were conceived has spurred heated discussions in which strangers and friends alike have shown how complicated it can be human and alive in the information age.

It's been three months since I saw that faint, second-line come in on the home pregnancy test. I'm not sure what I expected, but I certainly did not bargain for this uphill battle against my body. I knew you would change my life. I just didn't know how much, or how lonely it would be to walk this road without a partner. Don't get me wrong. I have no regrets. I would do it all again if it means we get to chart this ever-evolving life together. I am already better for having chosen to begin the journey toward family. Hope has returned to my heart. I am able to better see miracles in the mundane, that there is celebration to be discovered with even the smallest of victories. And each day I wake up breathing, with you fluttering inside me, I am grateful, and seeking ways to pay the feeling forward.

But I am afraid I am not managing the physical aspects of being pregnant well.

Everything inside me in flux; my skin, my stomach, my breasts, my taste buds, my bladder, my emotions, my ability to eat what I desire -- every aspect of me has become an unpredictable alarm, threatening to go off at every turn. The only thing that keeps me sane, and able to survive each indignity is how much I want to be your mother, and how much I believe in the four words my grandmother drilled into me everyday when I was a child.

"This too shall pass," she would say. And it usually did. This part, the part in which you inhabit my body, will not go on for more than another five months, I know.

But I have to tell you that those pictures of pregnant women I have seen on the covers of parenting magazines, and baby-making websites are remarkably misleading. I haven't had any moment that resembles the total calm with which they are infused. For months now I have been throwing up every other meal that I ingest. I have not slept for more than 2 hours at a time, because I have to get up 4 times a night to pee. Nothing spicy has passed my Jamaican lips in God knows how long. I can go from full to ravenous in less than three minutes -- and if I do not eat right away, the retching that follows leaves me heaving and barely able to breathe on the bathroom floor. Bowel movements are a bit like the current world economy -- effort-filled and largely fruitless.

I have also been having the most creative nightmares. I've panted awake to discover a sharpened metal stake skewering me from spine to navel, only to actually wake up weeping with gratitude that I was only dreaming. I've dreamt that I gave birth to a puppy, a parrot, a book of poems, and a boy with the face and politics of George W. Bush. Some nights, I am afraid to fall asleep, lest I dream of some new horror from which I am unable to wake up. All this I endure, with no one to stroke my back, my hair, to hold me and gently remind me that none of these nightmares are real.

Now every time I see a photo of some pregnant woman, hands resting gently on her swollen middle, sporting that beatific smile, I get the urge to wrestle her to the ground and demand why she is perpetuating the lie that pregnancy is this stress-free process where we have time to stand around looking like the picture of perfect bliss. And even though you did not ask to be dragged from wherever you were before you landed so squarely inside my uterus, I find myself empathizing with those long-suffering mothers who go on and on about the length of the labor they endured, or the nights they stayed up wiping the fevered brow of some insolent, ungrateful, back-talking child.

I have also begun to obsess about what I will name you. I want to give you a name that rings with compassion and concern for others. A name that tells everyone that you are from a home/mother that values radical, progressive, gender-equal politics. But I also worry about calling you something that is antithetical to your nature, or giving you some typical lesbian-feminist-in-the-woods name that gets you teased and beaten up at school. After all, there is no guarantee that I will be able to afford one of the super-expensive, diversity-focused schools where most of the affluent lesbian feminists send the sons they decided to name Hydrangea.

I also obsess about your little hands and toes and ears already formed inside me. I wonder if everything is as it should be. And then I worry if I am being a bad mother by focusing on the fingers or eyebrows or kidneys you may or may not be missing.

Needless to say, I am a mess. I am worried about everything. I want you to arrive with all your parts in the right places. I want you to know that regardless of what people say about your IVF-donor-assisted-conception, that I already love you and worry about you, and want what is best for you. I want you to know that I have made a plethora of mistakes in my life, that I have hurt lovers and cousins and friends and strangers. I am not perfect, and I want to apologize for all the mistakes I have already made with you, especially the ones of which I am not yet aware.

I want to make a pact with you; that you and I agree to be forgiving, and loyal, and honest, and filled with compassion for each other, and for other people who fall short of being the people we would wish they could be. I would love it if you joined us in giving the hatefully ignorant, right wing, conservative bastards who want to take away a woman's reproductive rights, and/or categorize and value people based on the color of their skin, or who they choose as partners, or what part of the world they come from. As you grow you will see these powerful and scary people have mostly made a travesty of our beautiful planet. And the socio-political ideologies that control the way most of us live are mostly narrow-minded and peppered with bigotry. It would be sweet revenge to raise a child who will spend a lifetime attempting to undo all that. But I promise if you choose not, I will love you still. I will do my best to support you as you make your way in the world; I will attempt a smile as I take a bite of your half-eaten, spit-soaked sandwich; I will cheer you on whether you are in first place or not; I intend to show up for the important events in your life; and I will always try to give you room to explore who it is that you want to be.

Child of mine, these promises are only what I intend. And when I come up short on those grand intentions, I give you permission to whip out this letter and remind me of what I had put in writing long before you were born.

In love and the hope you arrive safely,
Your mother,
Staceyann Chin. 

 

 

 

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My First Period - Spoken Word of Staceyann Chin

 

 

 

__________________________

 

 

 

 

Study:


Children of Lesbians


May Do Better Than Their Peers

 

Renninger, N. / plainpicture / Corbis

 

The teen years are never the easiest for any family to navigate. But could they be even more challenging for children and parents in households headed by gay parents?

 

That is the question researchers explored in the first study ever to track children raised by lesbian parents, from birth to adolescence. Although previous studies have indicated that children with same-sex parents show no significant differences compared with children in heterosexual homes when it comes to social development and adjustment, many of those investigations involved children who were born to women in heterosexual marriages, who later divorced and came out as lesbians.(See a photographic history of gay rights, from Stonewall to Prop 8.)

 

For their new study, published on Monday in the journal Pediatrics, researchers Nanette Gartrell, a professor of psychiatry at the University of California at San Francisco (and a law professor at the University of California, Los Angeles), and Henry Bos, a behavioral scientist at the University of Amsterdam, focused on what they call planned lesbian families — households in which the mothers identified themselves as lesbian at the time of artificial insemination.

 

Data on such families are sparse, but they are important for establishing whether a child's environment in a home with same-sex parents would be any more or less nurturing than one with a heterosexual couple.(See a gay-rights timeline.)

 

The authors found that children raised by lesbian mothers — whether the mother was partnered or single — scored very similarly to children raised by heterosexual parents on measures of development and social behavior. These findings were expected, the authors said; however, they were surprised to discover that children in lesbian homes scored higher than kids in straight families on some psychological measures of self-esteem and confidence, did better academically and were less likely to have behavioral problems, such as rule-breaking and aggression.

 

"We simply expected to find no difference in psychological adjustment between adolescents reared in lesbian families and the normative sample of age-matched controls," says Gartrell. "I was surprised to find that on some measures we found higher levels of [psychological] competency and lower levels of behavioral problems. It wasn't something I anticipated."

 

In addition, children in same-sex-parent families whose mothers ended up separating did as well as children in lesbian families in which the moms stayed together.

 

The data that Gartrell and Bos analyzed came from the U.S. National Longitudinal Lesbian Family Study (NLLFS), begun in 1986. The authors included 154 women in 84 families who underwent artificial insemination to start a family; the parents agreed to answer questions about their children's social skills, academic performance and behavior at five follow-up times over the 17-year study period. Children in the families were interviewed by researchers at age 10 and were then asked at age 17 to complete an online questionnaire, which included queries about the teens' activities, social lives, feelings of anxiety or depression, and behavior.

 

Not surprisingly, the researchers found that 41% of children reported having endured some teasing, ostracism or discrimination related to their being raised by same-sex parents. But Gartrell and Bos could find no differences on psychological adjustment tests between the children and those in a group of matched controls. At age 10, children reporting discrimination did exhibit more signs of psychological stress than their peers, but by age 17, the feelings had dissipated. "Obviously there are some factors that may include family support and changes in education about appreciation for diversity that may be helping young people to come to a better place despite these experiences," says Gartrell.

 

It's not clear exactly why children of lesbian mothers tend to do better than those in heterosexual families on certain measures. But after studying gay and lesbian families for 24 years, Gartrell has some theories. "They are very involved in their children's lives," she says of the lesbian parents. "And that is a great recipe for healthy outcomes for children. Being present, having good communication, being there in their schools, finding out what is going on in their schools and various aspects of the children's lives is very, very important."

 

Although active involvement isn't unique to lesbian households, Gartrell notes that same-sex mothers tend to make that kind of parenting more of a priority. Because their children are more likely to experience discrimination and stigmatization as a result of their family circumstances, these mothers can be more likely to broach complicated topics, such as sexuality and diversity and tolerance, with their children early on. Having such a foundation may help to give these children more confidence and maturity in dealing with social differences and prejudices as they get older.

 

Because the research is ongoing, Gartrell hopes to test some of these theories with additional studies. She is also hoping to collect more data on gay-father households; gay fatherhood is less common than lesbian motherhood because of the high costs of surrogacy or adoption that gay couples face in order to start a family.

 

Read more: http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1994480,00.html#ixzz1WZcE0Gsh

>via: http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1994480,00.html


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HEALTH: Unethical US Research Killed 83 in Guatemala

The reported experiments in Guatemala are similar to other forms of research during the same period where prison inmates were infected with malaria. (photo: AP)

 

Unethical US Research

Killed 83 in Guatemala

By Diego Urdaneta, Agence France-Presse

30 August 11

 

t least 83 people died as human guinea pigs in macabre US research on sexually transmitted diseases in Guatemala in the 1940s, a commission ordered by President Barack Obama concluded Monday.

Nearly 5,500 people were subjected to diagnostic testing and more than 1,300 were exposed to venereal diseases by human contact or inoculations in research meant to test the drug penicillin, the presidential commission found.

Within that group, "we believe that there were 83 deaths," said Stephen Hauser a member of the commission, which has pored over 125,000 documents linked to the shocking episode since being set up by Obama last November.

Among the 1,300 people exposed to STDs during research between 1946 and 1948, "under 700 received some form of treatment as best as could be documented," Hauser said.

Obama personally apologized to Guatemalan President Alvaro Colom in October before ordering a thorough review of what happened. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton described the experiments as "clearly unethical."

This sentiment was clearly expressed by the commission, which said US government researchers must have known they were contravening ethical standards by deliberately infecting mental patients with syphilis.

Commission president Amy Gutmann called it an "historic injustice," and said the inquiry aimed to "honor the victims and make sure it never happens again."

"It was not an accident that this happened in Guatemala," Gutmann said. "Some of the people involved said we could not do this in our own country."

The US researchers "systematically failed to act in accordance with minimal respect for human rights and morality in the conduct of research," she said, citing "substantial evidence" of an attempted cover-up.

A Guatemalan study, which was never published, came to light in 2010 after Wellesley College professor Susan Reverby stumbled upon archived documents outlining the experiment led by controversial US doctor John Cutler.

Cutler and his fellow researchers enrolled 1,500 people in Guatemala, including mental patients, for the study, which aimed to find out if penicillin could be used to prevent sexually transmitted diseases.

Initially, the researchers infected female Guatemalan commercial sex workers with gonorrhea or syphilis, and then encouraged them to have unprotected sex with soldiers or prison inmates.

Neither were the subjects told what the purpose of the research was nor were they warned of its potentially fatal consequences.

Cutler, who died in 2003, was also involved in a highly controversial study known as the Tuskegee Experiment in which hundreds of African-American men with late-stage syphilis were observed but given no treatment between 1932 and 1972.

The Guatemalan president has called the 1946-1948 experiments conducted by the US National Institutes of Health "crimes against humanity" and ordered his own investigation.

 

INFO: Sex At The Margins of Surprising Europe City Life > This Is Africa

Sex At The Margins

of Surprising Europe


GO HERE TO VIEW 'SURPRISING EUROPE, EPISODE 4'

 

Episode 4: Under Pressure

The family in Africa expect you to send money back home. How far do you go to earn your money? There are sacrifices to make.

The responsibility to earn money and send it back home is a heavy burden for African migrants in Europe to carry. Some of them have to perform illegal activities, for which they are deeply ashamed.

Rose from Nigeria was told that she would get a job as a cleaner in Italy, but was forced to work as a prostitute. Marie from Burkina Faso worked as a dancer in a nightclub for years. Now she is a journalist en writes about the life she left behind. A young Gambian in Barcelona sells drugs to support his family back home. Baba from Ghana visits the annual tomato fight in Buñol, Spain. In Beguedo, Burkina Faso you can see the effects of migration very well. Twenty-five percent of  the 20.000 inhabitants is fruit picking in Italy and the village has been transformed because of it.

 

 

Imagine trying to survive without the permission to do any kind of work. You've got to eat, which isn't free, and you've got to sleep somewhere, so you need money for this, too. What would you do? This is the problem faced by undocumented African immigrants in Europe. There are only so many cash-in-hand positions for cleaners, fruit-pickers and building-site workers, so many find themselves having to turn to the more "illegal" professions, such as prostitution or selling drugs. Your existence in the country is already seen as "illegal", so what difference does it make?

Hence "Under Pressure", the title of this week's episode of Surprising Europe, which takes a look at the risky jobs some undocumented Africans do to eat and pay their rent in Europe. Surprising Europe is the TV series that explores the reality of survival without papers in Europe and the image of Europe held by most Africans who've never visited the continent.

We meet a young Gambian guy who spent almost 4 months looking for work in Barcelona before deciding to do what his fellow Gambian flatmates did: sell weed on the streets. Most of the city's weed-sellers, he says, are Gambian, while its cocaine sellers are mostly Nigerian. Selling weed means being constantly on the look-out for the police, who don't need to see you selling anything at all to search and arrest you. Thus you live with fear from the moment you step out of your front door in the morning till you return at night. Only to go through it again the next day. This fear and the need for constant vigilance is brilliantly captured in the film Biutiful; if you haven't seen it already, you must. The Gambian guy says his parents back home wouldn't approve of what he does, but this is what he has to do to send them money.

 Waiting for "business" in Italy

This week's special report, though, is on prostitution, and so we meet Rose, a Nigerian woman who was told she could get work as a cleaner in Italy but now works as a prostitute, to survive but also to pay off her debt to the "friend" who paid for her journey to Europe. Despite the humiliations, degradations and disappointments that Rose has experienced, the alternative - going back home to hustle and struggle along with everyone else - is less promising. So surprising, disappointing Europe it remains.

You will have heard many sex-trafficking stories, but most tend to see the women involved as victims of a single narrative of exploitation. It makes it easier for us to comprehend, and for governments and NGOs to formulate single-solution policies. But treating a variety of individuals as one homogeneous group not only fails to get to the root of the problems associated with trafficking and with the idea of selling sex to survive as an undocumented worker, it also prevents us from seeing the women as individuals, each with her own story, motives and sense of agency. This over-simplification is part of what the Nigerian writer Chika Unigwe asks her readers to question in her novel On Black Sister Street, which tells the stories of four women sharing an apartment in Antwerp's red light district, each driven to prostitution for a different reason - each with a different outcome - but none of whom see themselves as victims.

Chika, who appears in this week's episode of Surprising Europe, says the girls/women sound almost grateful when they talk about their pimps and the men (they are usually, but not exclusively, men) who made it possible for them to leave the country, despite being in debt to them, because "if your parents can't help you out and your government has failed you, these pimps and traffickers have at least given you a chance to leave and make a living. he's your saviour. It takes someone outside the situation to see these pimps and traffickers as the bad guys."

If you are really interested in the subject of prostitution and sex trafficking and are ready to approach it with an open mind, you should also read the groundbreaking book by the self-named "Naked Anthropologist" Dr Laura Agustín, Sex At The Margins. The back cover blurb does not exaggerate:

 
This book explodes several myths: that selling sex is completely different from any other kind of work, that migrants who sell sex are passive victims and that the multitude of people out to save them are without self-interest. Laura Agustín makes a passionate case against these stereotypes, arguing that the label 'trafficked' does not accurately describe migrants' lives and that the 'rescue industry' serves to disempower them.

Based on extensive research amongst both migrants who sell sex and social helpers, "Sex at the Margins" provides a radically different analysis. Frequently, says Agustin, migrants make rational choices to travel and work in the sex industry, and although they are treated like a marginalised group they form part of the dynamic global economy. Both powerful and controversial, this book is essential reading for all those who want to understand the increasingly important relationship between sex markets, migration and the desire for social justice.

Why don't the women stop once they've paid off their debts? Several reasons, including the fact that traffickers/pimps sometimes keep on raising the debt so it's never paid off, as explained in the episode by journalist Marie Reine Josiane Toe from Burkina Faso, who worked as a dancer in a nightclub for years but is now writes about the life she left behind.

Also, some women find, eventually, that entering prostitution wasn't actually the point of no return; rather, it was getting used to a certain level of income and way of life. This, as you know, is something we almost all come to discover, no matter what we do for a living. Thus prostitution becomes a trap in which you lose yourself.

Then there are the continued demands for money from family members back home. You can't just turn off the tap when you have people depending on you.

Something else Laura Agustín pointed out recently in an article about the Dominique Strauss-Kahn case):

… it’s wrong to maintain that for migrants, selling sex is inherently an experience of degradation: For some people selling sex is less stigmatising than other options, like being a drug mule, for example, which requires swallowing many hard, large plastic packets and then shitting them out in front of someone after the border is successfully crossed. Some who sell sex consider being a live-in maid more degrading, because it’s such hard work, with endless hours, no privacy, little time off and very, very low wages. Those are the three jobs widely available in the informal economy to women everywhere.

In other words, the women also possess agency, the capacity to make their own choices, even if these choices undermine the picture of the world that others choose to hold. 


 Beguedo, Burkina Faso

The remittances, however, can make a huge difference back home, not just for the immediate family but for an entire community. In this episode we also shown how the village of Beguedo in Burkina Faso is being transformed by the money sent back from Italy by the young, mostly male Burkinabes.

One-quarter of the village's 20,000 inhabitants work in Italy as factory workers or fruit-pickers. These immigrants formed an organisation to channel their resources into projects that improve the welfare of the community of Beguedo as a whole. So, it's not just about having new houses built for their families, but also for supplying public goods and services, such as the newly built hospital which is now being equipped (and which flies the Italian flag alongside the country's national flag). Electricity and hospital staff are the next hurdles.

Episode 4 goes out from tonight.


BROADCAST SCHEDULE + ONLINE VIEWING
Al Jazeera Broadcast times (GMT)
Mondays 10.30 PM, Tuesdays 9.30 AM, Wednesdays on 3.30 AM, and Thursdays 4.30 PM

Local broadcast schedule
http://english.aljazeera.net/Services/Schedule/ProgramSchedule.aspx

Each episode of Surprising Europe is about 25 minutes long, and once it has been broadcast on Monday you can watch the entire thing online on the Surprising Europe website, on Al Jazeera or on YouTube.

Dutch public TV began broadcasting the series a few weeks before Al Jazeera, so you can watch the episodes on it's Uitzending Gemist site. 

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PHOTO ESSAY: African Portraits by Mario Gerth « African Digital Art

African Portraits

by Mario Gerth

Beautiful and dynamic portraits by Dutch photographer Mario Gerth. Beautiful is an understatement in this case, Mario’s subjects span from different regions across Africa, from countries such as Namibia, Niger, Kenya, Mali and Ethiopia. He has quite a collection, it was hard to decide but here are some of our favorites.

on turmi market we meet one of our most striking face - Hamar lady / ethiopia

little karo boy just after a ceremony / omo vally

simple and beautyful / omo valley

omo valley 2009

mursi girl / mago park

mursi woman with enormous lip plate / omo

omo valley / ethiopia

mursi girl / ethiopia

very strong looking mursi boy from omo vally / ethiopia

Nyamgatom girl / ethiopia

hamar mother with her new baby / ethiopia

kaokaveld / namibia

woman of the Ovakakaona tribe / northern namiba

good morning himba land / namibia

himba girl / namibia

himba chief / namibia

samburu girl in a ceremony / northern kenya

moran from samburuland / kenya

young wodabe from Niger / Mali

old samburu from logologo / kenya

samburu moran, kenya

little boy from mail

little touareg boy from djenne / mali

mursi girl from mago / omo valley

mursi warrior / omo valley

hamar girl from market turmi / ethiopia

hamar elder / turmi - he is probably the most remarkable man i ever photographed

karo mother / ethiopia

hamar girl / omo valley

mursi from mago / ethiopia

 

HISTORY: 100 Things You Didn't Know About Africa (Nos. 1 - 25)

100 Things

That You Did Not Know

About Africa - Nos.1 - 25

 

1. The human race is of African origin. The oldest known skeletal remains of anatomically modern humans (or homo sapiens) were excavated at sites in East Africa. Human remains were discovered at Omo in Ethiopia that were dated at 195,000 years old, the oldest known in the world.

2. Skeletons of pre-humans have been found in Africa that date back between 4 and 5 million years. The oldest known ancestral type of humanity is thought to have been the australopithecus ramidus, who lived at least 4.4 million years ago.

3. Africans were the first to organise fishing expeditions 90,000 years ago. At Katanda, a region in northeastern Zaïre (now Congo), was recovered a finely wrought series of harpoon points, all elaborately polished and barbed. Also uncovered was a tool, equally well crafted, believed to be a dagger. The discoveries suggested the existence of an early aquatic or fishing based culture.

4. Africans were the first to engage in mining 43,000 years ago. In 1964 a hematite mine was found in Swaziland at Bomvu Ridge in the Ngwenya mountain range. Ultimately 300,000 artefacts were recovered including thousands of stone-made mining tools. Adrian Boshier, one of the archaeologists on the site, dated the mine to a staggering 43,200 years old.

5. Africans pioneered basic arithmetic 25,000 years ago. The Ishango bone is a tool handle with notches carved into it found in the Ishango region of Zaïre (now called Congo) near Lake Edward. The bone tool was originally thought to have been over 8,000 years old, but a more sensitive recent dating has given dates of 25,000 years old. On the tool are 3 rows of notches. Row 1 shows three notches carved next to six, four carved next to eight, ten carved next to two fives and finally a seven. The 3 and 6, 4 and 8, and 10 and 5, represent the process of doubling. Row 2 shows eleven notches carved next to twenty-one notches, and nineteen notches carved next to nine notches. This represents 10 + 1, 20 + 1, 20 - 1 and 10 - 1. Finally, Row 3 shows eleven notches, thirteen notches, seventeen notches and nineteen notches. 11, 13, 17 and 19 are the prime numbers between 10 and 20.

6. Africans cultivated crops 12,000 years ago, the first known advances in agriculture. Professor Fred Wendorf discovered that people in Egypt’s Western Desert cultivated crops of barley, capers, chick-peas, dates, legumes, lentils and wheat. Their ancient tools were also recovered. There were grindstones, milling stones, cutting blades, hide scrapers, engraving burins, and mortars and pestles.

7. Africans mummified their dead 9,000 years ago. A mummified infant was found under the Uan Muhuggiag rock shelter in south western Libya. The infant was buried in the foetal position and was mummified using a very sophisticated technique that must have taken hundreds of years to evolve. The technique predates the earliest mummies known in Ancient Egypt by at least 1,000 years. Carbon dating is controversial but the mummy may date from 7438 (±220) BC.

8. Africans carved the world’s first colossal sculpture 7,000 or more years ago. The Great Sphinx of Giza was fashioned with the head of a man combined with the body of a lion. A key and important question raised by this monument was: How old is it? In October 1991 Professor Robert Schoch, a geologist from Boston University, demonstrated that the Sphinx was sculpted between 5000 BC and 7000 BC, dates that he considered conservative.

9. On the 1 March 1979, the New York Times carried an article on its front page also page sixteen that was entitled Nubian Monarchy called Oldest. In this article we were assured that: “Evidence of the oldest recognizable monarchy in human history, preceding the rise of the earliest Egyptian kings by several generations, has been discovered in artifacts from ancient Nubia” (i.e. the territory of the northern Sudan and the southern portion of modern Egypt.)

10. The ancient Egyptians had the same type of tropically adapted skeletal proportions as modern Black Africans. A 2003 paper appeared in American Journal of Physical Anthropology by Dr Sonia Zakrzewski entitled Variation in Ancient Egyptian Stature and Body Proportions where she states that: “The raw values in Table 6 suggest that Egyptians had the ‘super-Negroid’ body plan described by Robins (1983). The values for the brachial and crural indices show that the distal segments of each limb are longer relative to the proximal segments than in many ‘African’ populations.”

11. The ancient Egyptians had Afro combs. One writer tells us that the Egyptians “manufactured a very striking range of combs in ivory: the shape of these is distinctly African and is like the combs used even today by Africans and those of African descent.”

12. The Funerary Complex in the ancient Egyptian city of Saqqara is the oldest building that tourists regularly visit today. An outer wall, now mostly in ruins, surrounded the whole structure. Through the entrance are a series of columns, the first stone-built columns known to historians. The North House also has ornamental columns built into the walls that have papyrus-like capitals. Also inside the complex is the Ceremonial Court, made of limestone blocks that have been quarried and then shaped. In the centre of the complex is the Step Pyramid, the first of 90 Egyptian pyramids.

13. The first Great Pyramid of Giza, the most extraordinary building in history, was a staggering 481 feet tall - the equivalent of a 40-storey building. It was made of 2.3 million blocks of limestone and granite, some weighing 100 tons.

14. The ancient Egyptian city of Kahun was the world’s first planned city. Rectangular and walled, the city was divided into two parts. One part housed the wealthier inhabitants – the scribes, officials and foremen. The other part housed the ordinary people. The streets of the western section in particular, were straight, laid out on a grid, and crossed each other at right angles. A stone gutter, over half a metre wide, ran down the centre of every street.

15. Egyptian mansions were discovered in Kahun - each boasting 70 rooms, divided into four sections or quarters. There was a master’s quarter, quarters for women and servants, quarters for offices and finally, quarters for granaries, each facing a central courtyard. The master’s quarters had an open court with a stone water tank for bathing. Surrounding this was a colonnade.

16 The Labyrinth in the Egyptian city of Hawara with its massive layout, multiple courtyards, chambers and halls, was the very largest building in antiquity. Boasting three thousand rooms, 1,500 of them were above ground and the other 1,500 were underground.

17. Toilets and sewerage systems existed in ancient Egypt. One of the pharaohs built a city now known as Amarna. An American urban planner noted that: “Great importance was attached to cleanliness in Amarna as in other Egyptian cities. Toilets and sewers were in use to dispose waste. Soap was made for washing the body. Perfumes and essences were popular against body odour. A solution of natron was used to keep insects from houses … Amarna may have been the first planned ‘garden city’.”

18. Sudan has more pyramids than any other country on earth - even more than Egypt. There are at least 223 pyramids in the Sudanese cities of Al Kurru, Nuri, Gebel Barkal and Meroë. They are generally 20 to 30 metres high and steep sided.

19. The Sudanese city of Meroë is rich in surviving monuments. Becoming the capital of the Kushite Empire between 590 BC until AD 350, there are 84 pyramids in this city alone, many built with their own miniature temple. In addition, there are ruins of a bath house sharing affinities with those of the Romans. Its central feature is a large pool approached by a flight of steps with waterspouts decorated with lion heads.

20. Bling culture has a long and interesting history. Gold was used to decorate ancient Sudanese temples. One writer reported that: “Recent excavations at Meroe and Mussawwarat es-Sufra revealed temples with walls and statues covered with gold leaf”.

21. In around 300 BC, the Sudanese invented a writing script that had twenty-three letters of which four were vowels and there was also a word divider. Hundreds of ancient texts have survived that were in this script. Some are on display in the British Museum.

22. In central Nigeria, West Africa’s oldest civilisation flourished between 1000 BC and 300 BC. Discovered in 1928, the ancient culture was called the Nok Civilisation, named after the village in which the early artefacts were discovered. Two modern scholars, declare that “[a]fter calibration, the period of Nok art spans from 1000 BC until 300 BC”. The site itself is much older going back as early as 4580 or 4290 BC.

23. West Africans built in stone by 1100 BC. In the Tichitt-Walata region of Mauritania, archaeologists have found “large stone masonry villages” that date back to 1100 BC. The villages consisted of roughly circular compounds connected by “well-defined streets”.

24. By 250 BC, the foundations of West Africa’s oldest cities were established such as Old Djenné in Mali.

25. Kumbi Saleh, the capital of Ancient Ghana, flourished from 300 to 1240 AD. Located in modern day Mauritania, archaeological excavations have revealed houses, almost habitable today, for want of renovation and several storeys high. They had underground rooms, staircases and connecting halls. Some had nine rooms. One part of the city alone is estimated to have housed 30,000 people.

By Robin Walker 

For more click here 

(Source: fyeahblackhistory)

 

VIDEO: K'NAAN / Mos Def > Austin City Limits

Mos Def

K'Naan

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K'NAAN / Mos Def

K'Naan

From the ACL taping program on October 1, 2009:

“A talented artist that isn’t afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve” (PopMatters), Somali-Canadian K’NAAN’s inventive take on hip hop is earning him international acclaim.

Born in Somalia, Keinan Abdi Warsame and his family lived in that country during the Somali Civil War. His family was one of the last to be able to leave the country in 1991 before the U.S. Embassy closed. They lived in New York for a brief time before moving to Canada. K’NAAN learned English through hip hop albums and quickly became a vital part of Canada’s music  scene.

In 2005 K’NAAN released The Dusty Foot Philosopher which focuses on his experiences as a child in Somalia and contrasts the poverty and violence in Africa with that of Western countries. The CD is “full of unusual rhymes and images, bursting with the fresh insights of a wide-eyed writer for whom English is his second language” (The Observer). The CD won the 2006 Juno Award for Rap Recording of the Year and earned K’NAAN the BBC Radio Award for World Music newcomer of the year. The Dusty Foot Philosopher has since been rereleased internationally.

K’NAAN’s second release, Troubadour, picks up where his debut left off and is bringing the artist even more international attention. Troubadour “is a smart fusion of influences” (Boston Globe) that contains “richly detailed rhymes” (Entertainment Weekly). Billboard wrote “K’Naan’s singular take on the parallels between Africa and America is the strongest thread running through this diverse, socially alert and frequently brilliant sophomore disc.”




Setlist:
Recorded October 1, 2009:
  • ABC's
  • Bang Bang
  • Take a Minute
  • Somalia
  • T I A
  • Waving Flag

Band Credits:
K’NAAN
with
Doni Washington – drums, keyboards
Rayzak Hassan – percussion, programming, vocals
Andrew Cortes – guitar
Aaron Thomas - bass

K’NAAN "Waving Flag"



K’NAAN Interview






Mos Def

From the ACL taping program on October 1, 2009:

While he’s gained popularity as an actor in such films as Monster’s Ball, Be Kind Rewind and Cadillac Records, Mos Def’s limber flow and gymnastic wordplay (Paste Magazine) has earned him a spot among hip hop’s most respected lyrical masters.

Mos Def’s early work with Black Star produced singles including “Respiration” and “Definition” that are often cited as being among the best of the genre’s best. His first solo album, 1999’s Black on Both Sides is a critical classic. On his flawless debut, Mos Def “does it all — addressing serious socio-political issues while remaining positive and affirmative from start to finish” (Pitchfork).

His sophomore release, 2004’s The New Danger mixed soul, blues and rock to create the “hip-hop equivalent of an all-stops pulled, Oscar-ready performance” (Blender). Village Voice wrote, “the defining flow is sonic — a shadowy, guitar-drenched tone poem of the streets. The “impressively diverse” (Rolling Stone) album received a Grammy nomination for the song “Ghetto Rock.” His third release 2006’s True Magic, contains “gems both musical (live sax and jazz flute) and lyrical” (Now Magazine).

Mos Def’s most recent solo album, The Ecstatic, has been called his “strongest, most deeply felt work in ages” (Entertainment Weekly). The “experimental and progressive” (PopMatters) has Middle Eastern and rock influences creating a multi-textured musical base that creates a “thrillingly accessible demonstration of hip-hop’s limitless creative possibilities” (Observer Music Monthly). Mojo wrote “This is an album that demands careful attention before its meanings and musing reveal themselves, blending apocalyptic visions with occluded celebration




Setlist:
Recorded October 1, 2009
  • Life of Marvelous Times
  • Casa Bey
  • Close Edge
  • Michael
  • Quiet Dog
  • Umi Says

Band Credits:
Mos Def
with

GoldMedal Man – DJ
Preservation - DJ


Mos Def "Umi Says"



Mos Def Interview


 

VIDEO: 9 Kenyan neo-soul artists you should check Music > This Is Africa

Music

- Monday, August 29

9 Kenyan neo-soul artists

you should check

The mainstream audience in the urban parts of Kenya generally prefers something with an inspiration message, hence the popularity of reggae, or a danceable beat and rhythm, one of the reasons Naija music is so big. Unfortunately, this need is also the reason for neo-soul's niche position. Thanks to the internet, it's practitioners can expect to have a larger fan base abroad than at home; in South Africa, for instance, which has a more appreciative audience for this and other more chilled genres of vocally-technical music, such as jazz (despite being the African capital of house music), but also among Africans in the diaspora (Europe, America, etc.).

Nonetheless, the "home" audience for cool live music is growing, and is now large enough to support the careers of a handful of notable artists. From time to time some of their tracks/videos/albums catch our attention and remind us of who's keeping the neo-soul flame burning in Kenya. So, here are a few that we've seen or heard recently (or at least not too long ago) and liked, a couple from established names but most from new faces, as you would expect from a niche genre that's only really just starting to blossom:

POZI - BEAUTIFUL GIRL

We start with Pozi (Frank Mwangi Macharia) and Beautiful Girl, as it was the video for said song that prompted us to put this piece together. This is his first single from an album whose title he says he can't disclose just yet. We're fairly sure anyone who hears this track will wonder, as we did, who's on guitar. It's a young dude by the name of Fadhili; new to us, but we like his fret work.

Nice song, but the video is arguably even better. It was shot by Brian Kyallo Msafiri of iamthefuture (a production company that specializes in animation, film, graphic and architectural animation), with animation by Mark and Omari. You've seen Brian's work before; remember the video for Muthoni's track Mikono kwenya hewa?


WENDY KIMANI - RUMOURS

Wendy went professional after becoming the First runner-up at Tusker Project Fame 2, and although her recording contract with Pine Creek Records ended a short while ago she's getting close to wrapping up a new album, which should include the track above.

Incidentally, Wendy's video was also shot by Brian Kyallo Msafiri.


LIZ OGUMBO - MARO PA MORE

We've profiled Liz before, but we're dig this song and video enough to include it here again, and we're fairly sure you won't mind us doing so. Besides being a neo-soul artist, Liz is a fashion designer (House of Imani) and used to be a model.

Maro Pa More appears on the album Ken Soul, and the video for this single was by DYMK Films, a production company in Nairobi that specialises in Film, Video and TV production, Graphic design and Web design. 


STAN - WANGECI

Wangeci is from Stan's (Stan M. Nganga) 2009 album Kenya Debut, one of those rare albums where the quality of the tracks remains consistently high all the way through.

It took a decade for Stan to find a producer and studio on the same wavelength, but he found what he was after in Wawesh and the Eastlands based Penya label/studio.

The video was directed by Jim Chuchu, director, photographer, third member of Just A Band, and co-founder of Kuweni Serious.


VALERIE KIMANI - VILLAGE GIRL
 

Valerie Kimani usually does more R&B/jazz than neo-soul, but who's complaining when you have a track like Village Girl? Valerie shot to fame after winning Project Fame (East Africa's reality TV show) in 2006, and a two-album recording deal with Gallo Records in South Africa. The experience made her a household name in Kenya almost overnight.

Village Girl, a duet with Ugandan R&B/soul musician Maurice Kirya, is from her debut album, Baisikeli, and although that came out way back in 2007 we don't care 'cos it sounds as fresh as the day it was released.


DELA - KAMA
 

Fast-rising star Dela Maranga aka "The Voice" roams beyond neo-soul into reggae, hip-hop and even disco. Not sure Kama actually qualifies as neo-soul, but we're including it anyway because she is easily one of Kenya's finest vocalists, she writes all her own music, and 'cos we love this track.

Kama is one of the tracks on Paukwa, another top-stuff-all-the-way album on Penya.


EVE - GIVE ME LOVE

 
 Give Me Love

More R&B than neo-soul, but we're including it anyway 'cos we're expecting some pure neo-soul from her soon. Eve Dima is a newcomer and natural talent who was already singing Malaika and Abba songs at the age of 4. By 6, when she could credibly hold a tune, she was being willingly thrust before audiences to sing at social events and family gatherings. Still, she didn't pursue music seriously until recently. She's back in Nairobi now (after uni in South Africa), working on her as yet untitled debut album, which she says will be ready for release before the end of the year. Give Me Love is the album's first single.


CAROL ATEMI - SPEECHLESS
 


Carol Atemi's been singing since the age of 10, but stepped onto the scene via an all-girl group INTU. She then became the assistant vocal harmony provider for Eric Wainaina's band, and performed with him in Zimbabwe, Ghana, Zanzibar, at the North Sea Jazz Festival in the Netherlands among other places.  

Speechless is from her solo debut album Hatimaye (it means "finally"), which she released on Gatwitch Records, Emmanuel Jal's label.


HONORABLE MENTION

AMILEENA - THINGS YOU DO


It's early days yet, but we're including this track by recent Tusker Project Fame finalist and aspiring recording artist Amileena Mwenesi because she's got a big, rich voice that we expect you'll be hearing a lot more of, even if, going by the various styles she covered during the show's run, you won't necessarily be hearing it on neo-soul tracks. She's already being called the next Miriam Makeba; different country, altogether, but listen to that voice and you know what people mean when they say that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PUB: Bright Harvest Prize deadline extendend

DEADLINE EXTENDED TO NOV. 1


BRIGHT HARVEST PRIZE

Best Midwest Writing 2012 
 

The postmark deadline for our new writing contest has been extended to Tuesday, November 1, 2011. The 2012 Bright Harvest Prize is open to all writers in the Midwest (or with ties to the Midwest). Award consists of cash prizes and publication in an anthology distributed nationally, including to select agents. One grand prize for Poetry ($250) and one grand prize for Prose ($250). Honorable mentions and notables published along with grand prize winners in anthology; all selected entrants will receive one copy of anthology. Anthology publication date in early 2012.

 

 

Theme is open, but no erotica or urban.

 

 

 Entry requirements: 

·         Cover sheet with name, address, phone, email, category entered and brief bio with statement on entrant's Midwest connection

·         Poetry--up to 3 poems per entry, 40-line limit per poem

·         Prose--up to 3,000 words; excerpts from longer works accepted, but indicate on cover sheet

·         Manuscript double-spaced (single-spaced for poetry is allowed) with single space between punctuation and .3" tabs/indents.

·         Entry fee(s) enclosed with manuscript or paid online

 

 

Entry fees are $20 per entry for Poetry, $20 per entry for Prose. Entry fees are nonrefundable. No previously published or simultaneous submissions, no email submissions. No limit on submissions, but each entry must have a cover sheet and fee enclosed (or transmitted online via PayPal or Aquarius Press Storefront). Methods of payment accepted: PayPal (to Aquarius Press), our Storefront, www.aquariuspressbookseller.net or check/money order payable to Aquarius Press ($25 fee on returned checks). No entries will be returned, so do not send originals. Enclose SASE postcard for confirmation of receipt of manuscript; enclose a #10 SASE for notification of winners.

 

All judges' decisions are final. Judges reserve the right to not select a winner in either or both categories. Works selected for the anthology must be provided in Word or RTF formats via email before publication. Entrants authorize Aquarius Press to use his/her entry in promotional content as needed and to make light edits as necessary for publication. Entrants may withdraw entries from consideration at any point before the contest end date but request must be made in writing.

 

Winners will be announced in late November  2011.

 

Postmark deadline is November 1, 2011. Send four (4) copies of entry, along with $20 fee to:

Aquarius Press

PO Box 23096

Detroit, MI  48223

Attn: Bright Harvest Prize

 

 

bright harvest prize The Judges
Desiree Cooper
John Jeffire
Nadia Ibrashi
Curtis L. Crisler 
 
 

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