Black women and gender-non conforming artists show me what liberation sounds like
It is through music and art that we allow ourselves to imagine new possibilities.
It is through music and art that we allow ourselves to imagine new possibilities.
1936-2018 | South Africa
She lives, and lives through her children. Not only of her womb, but of her spirit. Her fruits are infinite, bearing no limits. A spirit breaking borders, boundaries, cultures and genders. Born of a forgotten woman, birthing a nation.
AWID and partners call out the dismantling of human rights mechanisms and express solidarity with the Coalition of African Lesbians.
Without accountability, corporations will continue to exploit the system and us all
We invite all to join us at the table, eat with us, sit with us, learn with us, grow with us…be with us as we co-create, and nourish our Black Feminist Futures.
In the lead up to the first Black Feminisms Forum, This is Africa will be publishing a series of interviews, features and articles about Black Feminisms. First up, Maggie Mapondera sits down with renowned activist, scholar and thinker Gay J McDougall, a member of the BFF’s Working Group, to talk about the struggles faced by women of African descent the world over.
Our freedom dreams are a roaring Black; swellings of coming insurrection manifested. This roar is felt in the tip of a brush about to paint the sounds of our resistance; in the cadence of saxophones, playing the drawings that our grandmothers sketched, of struggles unrelenting; in the poems inscribed by the movement of our bodies when that bass drops.
Personal Reflections on the 4th African Feminist Forum.
The Movement for Black Lives, or as it’s more commonly known, #BlackLivesMatter (BLM) in the United States, has grown beyond a call to action in response to police brutality and the extrajudicial killings of Black people—Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, Eric Garner and too many others—to a movement that challenges multiple layers of racial inequality.
"I grew up to the sounds of rain on the roof / Winds bristling through the trees / Rotten mangoes on the earth (...)"