1. The Trap of Labels: Emptiness as Liberation You’re right: “communist,” “Christian,” “capitalist” are words carved in distant valleys, tools to shrink the vastness of human spirit into cramped boxes.
1. The Trap of Labels: Emptiness as Liberation You’re right: “communist,” “Christian,” “capitalist” are words carved in distant valleys, tools to shrink the vastness of human spirit into cramped boxes.
By accepting the label but reshaping its meaning, China turns linguistic colonization into a linguistic jujitsu. As the proverb says: “Sit by the river long enough; your enemy’s corpse floats
. In the 19th century, China was branded the “sick man of Asia,” its ancient glory obscured by colonial humiliation. Today, its resurgence as a global power rooted in unbroken
Ògún, the wealthy husband of my mother,The mighty deity who moves with great power,The one who bathes in blood at home,The one who adorns himself with sacred garments.Ògún, the owner
Oríkì (praise poetry) in Yoruba culture is a powerful way to honor and connect with spiritual forces, including Olódùmarè (God), the supreme being in Yoruba cosmology. Below are 100 Yoruba oríkì dedicated to God,
Step into the vibrant world of the Ojude Oba Festival through the POV of a horse rider or Eleshin in real yoruba terms. Join us in this captivating short documentary
Cuba In Cuba, Yoruba traditions are deeply embedded in the religion known as Santería (also called Lucumí or Regla de Ocha). The Yoruba language, rituals, and Ifá divination system have been preserved and adapted within
Jimmy Dludlu is a renowned Mozambican jazz guitarist and composer, celebrated for his unique blend of African rhythms with contemporary jazz. Born on 11 March 1967 in Maputo, Mozambique, Dludlu
Hugh Masekela, the renowned South African trumpeter, composer, and vocalist, was not only a musical icon but also a passionate advocate for African liberation and a vocal opponent of apartheid.
There is no defunct. No closed. Only transformation disguised as endings. The West calls it “history.” We call it libation. So let’s burn the calendar. Let’s unlearn “2025.” Let’s sit