“Obama:The Voice of Ntoto!!!”

Wow…
Is this some exciting stuff or what???

Ntoto is a voice that is as old as time. It echoes the stories of antiquity, each giving meaning to the question of our existence. It speaks of time that spans a thousand years, where the voice of the drum relayed its words in a land rich with life, a paradise unscaved by the gluttony of modern man… A place called “home” for an indigenous people of color…

Ntoto speaks of a time when the ancients were held in the highest regards and the young were the esteemed of the villages. A time where the region flourished, a land that flowed with milk and honey. A place where freedom, peace, and harmony was the rule; not the exception. A time where gold was a common as stone and food was always within arms reach…

Ntoto speaks of a place called the “motherland,” a place where all life began, a place called Africa, the riches and largest continent in the world. When Greece was yet young and Rome was unknown– before Abraham was, or the Jewish common wealth had a name, Africa could boast of old and civilized kingdoms… When nations in Africa had made great advances in science and the arts and had excelled beyond all modern nations in architecture, Europe was languishing in barbarism, and America was unknown… Africa was a terra incognito — a land of mystery and romance. A land where the society existed around “the extended family,” compromising several pairs of grandparents and possible great grand parents with all their living descendents there except those who had married out into another comparable group.

Africa, an oasis, a garden of Eden that flowed with milk and honey. It was a paradise for its inhabitants who for centuries lived there in total bliss. They protected her, worshipped God for every part of her, not allowing any type of activity that would destroy her beauty or hinder her growth in any way.
Ntoto speaks of Africa, the motherland, she nurtured with the nectar of be bosom of plenty. She protected with the cover of her cloak around her voice of experience passed down from one generation to another. She civilized through separation forming communities through strong sense of family order, respect, and government. Each community consisting of great tribes and villages, each possessing a different dialect, trade, and commerce. Interaction through a system of bartering and marriage which ensued continued peace and growth. Though they were different in several ways, (I.e. personal appearance, dialect, adornments, etc.) They were very much conscious of the things that linked them together. One prominent link that united these great communities was the sound of the drum (the voice of Ntoto). Therefore Africa being many communities was united into one, by the voice of the drum…

“Obama: The Voice of NtoTo!!!”

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One Response to ““Obama:The Voice of Ntoto!!!””

  1. An Confiscation Act that led to an Identity Disorientation
    “The dreadful native African slave trade created an identity calamity for the now African American”
    Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey “I must hold on to that a sense of identity”

    “From our origin of the native Africans to what’s now we being called an African American, since the 16th Century. This became a verypuzzling movement for the African’s that were brought to the US under stress that we still today attempt to identify our selves’ as a global culture; i.e. “African American”; rather than a just being a “Black American”. Could this result into a more serious problem for us African Americans or Black American’s; whichever you might want to identify yourself, that this could affect our future social-political advancement in the US and worldwide?”

    Authored by Dr. Sylvester Caraway Jr. (2011), USAF retired (1974 – 1994)
    PREFACE:

    I was born and grew up in Los Angeles in 1956 and then my family moved to the city of Compton. If you remember the Watts riots in the late 60s then you’ll understand why I’m writing this study. But, there other factors that convinced me to write this study of the African American and how we have an identity crises since the slave days. After graduating from Gardena High School, Gardena, California in 1974, I immediately signed up and enlisted into the US Air Force. Basic training took place at Lackland Air Force Base, San Antonio, Texas where I spent six weeks training to be a soldier. During my six weeks of basic training I didn’t experience any prejudice or anyone calling me a “Nigger”.

    After graduating from basic training I was sent to Keesler Air Force Base, Biloxi, Mississippi to study administration services and being on the base, I didn’t experience any negative vibes, until we went downtown and I experienced a bit of prejudice mainly from the locals. I spent four months at Keesler Air Force Base and then was transferred to Dyess Air Force Base, Abilene, Texas where I was assigned to the 773rd Tactical Airlift Squadron. Staying mainly on the base in the barracks I didn’t experience any prejudice or someone calling me a “Nigger”. Until, when I had got married a year later and my wife and I moved downtown to our own apartment. There we did experience more prejudice around the white population, but I think it was mainly due that most Americans were so upset about our troops being in the Vietnam war.

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