“There are more pyramids in the Sudan than there are in Egypt, that’s a statistical fact… and today there are still 2-3 million Black Egyptians…its terrible because in Egypt they blew our fathers’ noses off of the Sphinx, they desecrated all of our stuff over there, but we know we’re not Arab-White though. I mean the Black Egyptians over there will tell you that this is a lie, but they’re now on the botton because of the intermarriage law that Cleopatra inacted from Ceasar where it was illegal for an Egyptian to marry an Egyptian. They had to marry a Roman, a Phillistine, the sea people, until they were mixed so much until they no longer know they’re identity, and that’s the trick.

The Whole North Africa has been bastardized, the Moors were bread out of being by teaching them they were inferior. People love Othello, Black people like to look up to that, that is the destruction of your people. The Moors no longer exist, it would be different if they were still here, but they are teaching you to self-destruct.

Why don’t they make a movie about a great Black King who fought against slavery? There are many, but they won’t ever do that story. They won’t show you the story of Katanga, because Katanga stood with his Black wife, and he defeated the British, and they were not able to conquer him, and then he defeated the Dutch. And so they’re never gonna make a movie about that because at the end he and his Black wife and his Black kids are intact, they’re still Black, and they’re still in power. They don’t want that image, they want to give you a Black man giving his heart and soul to a White woman.” —Excerpt of Kola Boof-On the original Egyptians, the Blue/Black Egyptians in a 2/13/06 radio interview on Buffalo’s Pat Freeman Show (“the Message”), AM 1080 WUFO.

I don’t think that even the reputed slave-owner-advisor Mr. Lynch himself could have crafted a more macabre scenario for the little African girl named Naima Bint Harith, but the resulting mental orbital cycle that would fully manifest itself in her teenage and young adult years, did not break her as some have hoped. It only served to make her stronger. The sole reason for that was the words given to her by her late parents, that would eventually become as effective as military briefings, because though not many youths (7-years-old) would remember why or understand why-if they were witness to their parents murder at such a young age-Kola understood perfectly. And only with the aid and love of her eventual African American family the Johnson’s, and the father of her sons, was she able to overcome the demons that haunted her, until she broke her programming. Perhaps if you read her autobiography "Diary of a Lost Girl," you’ll view yourself differently in relation to the world around you, or maybe you’ll just be entertained. But don’t call it escapism, call it retention-ism.

When I mention programming I know I just lost some of you. When people program you, they set out to make you something other than what you actually are. Because the mere idea of what you are threatens them. When Kola/Naima was very young, local authorities began keeping an eye on her family. Her father was somewhat of a subversive you see, "I still don’t have definate command of some of the intricate details of Pappuh’s (her name for her father. "Pappuh" or "Pappuh Mahdi" was Harith Bin Farouk, an Arab Egyptian archeologist) problems with varied officials in Sudan… our trouble started when the Mayor’s office wrote a note to Pappuh threatening to take our house away if he didn’t shut up about something… Pappuh began to complain that he needed to earn more money to ’finance his opinions.’" That "something" they wanted Harry to shut up about was probably the emerging Sudanese slave trade that he was noticing, and how some of his friends in his community that he came up with, was involving themselves in this despicable practice.

Kola’s father wasn’t a Black man, he was a White (by African standards) Arab Muslim. His archeological knowledge meant that he knew the truth about the original Africans, the very dark skinned Black Africans, especially the Black Sudanese. He knew they were the builders of great cities and technologies, and cultures way before Whites and Arabs were known to exist. And he dug that culture up, and pushed it into his only daughter’s head. He was also close to other Arab human rights activists, and Black southern Sudanese: "I was with Pappuh Mahdi when he and Uncle Atmu and about twelve of their other ’human rights’ colleagues (all Arab Muslim men), went to the man’s house to confront him about it and got cursed and called abeed-shafa (basically nigger lovers) before the city police officials arrived to threaten Mahdi Pappuh and the group with arrest if they didn’t leave this good, clean upper class Arab neighborhood in peace. We saw the slaves though, two boys, around ten or eleven and Blacker than crude oil (the Dinka being the Blackest people on earth, as well as some of the most beautiful), were chained on either side of the back door of Abu Fayid Ali’s house and a little girl of about six (who looked to be their sister) stood inside the house, staring at us through the windows as though her greatest prayer was that either death would take her or that we would. Her tightly closed mouth spoke of unspeakable horrors… In Sudan the law is religious, its by Shariah, but very often Islamic Scholars are not involved and the stupidest men rule via their personal prejudices and ignorance."

It wasn’t long before Kola’s father began being branded a traitor by his Arab contemporaries. He was probably already under suspicion from the time he married Kola’s Blue-Black mother, known back then as "Princess Jiddi" the daughter of an Oromo tribal Chief. Harry wanted to be Black, he wanted his skin color to match his nappy hair ("the Proof" as Kola calls it), the higher social status he benefitted from as an Arab made no difference to him. Eventually his torment led to heroin addiction, but it would soon end. When Kola’s parents were executed at the same time during the middle of the night she went out to be near them during the long hours their bodies lay on the dirt in the backyard until someone discovered them in the afternoon. Whereas at one time her family taught her that God was a Black man, after her parents death, and the refusal of her father’s Arab family to adopt her because they felt she was too dark (not to mention being rejected by her father’s other family, an Ethiopian woman who gave Harry two sons), she began to wonder if God hated her. But there were others who would eventually guide her to a new family, and a new way of life: "It was slavery in modern day Sudan that caused me to come to the United States and be adopted and raised by the strangest Africans I’ve ever met… ’the Black Americans.’"

It was more than just memories that crossed the ocean to the US with Kola, it was 1979, a part of Africa would travel with her that she in part, decided to never let go of, and it had to do with the genital mutilation that she experienced. In her case it was twofold, because it had to do with circumcision and infibulation that many young African girls have gone through (100 million). This is a sick, brain damaged practice that I strongly feel is tied directly to the African Black man’s insecurity. The fact that they can give you no other explanation for it other than it being a "tradition" betrays nothing more than the stubborness, and raw stupidity that has kept Africa several giant steps behind the rest of humanity. You notice there is no real pressure from the White man to eradicate this "tradition" don’t you? No, they let them think they are in control of something. Infibulate your oil, your diamonds, your resources instead.

The Johnsons were/are the strong Black traditional family that Kola needed. Her new father, Marvin was both a veteran of the military, and the Civil Rights movement. But he couldn’t shield Kola or her new siblings from the anti-Black brainwashing that America’s entertainment, educational, and news outlets both cleverly advertised and denied. But you’ll see how her evolving racial mental toughness prepares her for survival, and her ordeals with Osama bin Laden, the South Sudan Militia, and those infamous psycho-racist terrorists; the major American White media. There is no middle ground with this woman, this Blue-Black Butterfly is an emerging modern day warrior queen and ’Diary of a Lost Girl’ is harmoniously written by one of black literature’s most gifted and important new writers. Order it on Amazon.com (http://aalbc.com/authors/kola_boof.htm scroll down to books).

Stevenson is a columnist for the Buffalo Criterion. His column Pointblank can be read at www.voiceoffreedom.com, email comments to Stevenson at pointblankDTA at yahoo.com

Related Links

Diary of a Lost Girl Reviewed by Kam Williams
http://aalbc.com/reviews/diary2.htm

Interview with Kola Boof
http://aalbc.com/reviews/kola_boof.htm