Relating to the Seven Principles Of Kwanzaa
I will be honoring Kwanzaa for seven days through poems and spoken words pieces.
Allow me to give you a background of exactly what Kwanzaa truly is in is beautiful traditional ceremony, if practiced
Much of the culture surrounding the beliefs of Kwanzaa is centered around the lighting of the seven candles of the ‘Kinara’
Kwanzaa is celebrated from Dec. 26 to Jan. 1
American Maulana Karenga first created what is known here today as Kwanzaa.
Kwanzaa was created in 1966 during the aftermath of the Watts riots. It was indoctrinated as a specifically African American culture holiday.
In Mr. Karenga’s own words, he stated his goal was to "Give African American’s an alternative to the existing holiday of Christmas and give African Americans an opportunity to celebrate themselves and their history, rather than simply imitate the practice of the dominant society’ unquote
In my French native tongue- Heureux Kwanzaa
In my Haitian Creole dialect- Kontan Kwanzaa
The first Day Of Kwanzaa (Umoja)
Umoja means unity, and thus the first day is usually catered to eh events of family and community. In part of the tradition there is also the sharing of the Unity Cup, which, is one of the symbols of Kwanzaa that is visible. Each person participating will take a drink and then passes the cup onto the next. When all are done drinking, the candle is snuffed out. Some families are substituting this part of the celebration with drinking from their own blessed cup of how many times each person is in attendance due to seasonal respiratory illness and any other related influences.
My hands are unity haven that gathers the ambrosia of love
From the forefathers who has pilgrimage and came to rest upon foreign distance territory
The footprints have embedded upon foreign lands
Within the temples of encirclement once my arms are linked
The cuddles of my care have held tearful babies
Uplifting nations as a woman stands
As a man’s presence commence upon his universal command
You'll light the black candle and the far left red candle.
The second day if Kwanzaa (Kujichagulia) We celebrate in offering unto the ancestral spirituals of past, present and generation the future with the respect to walk and uphold the principles of determination, within that right of self to be mindful and respectful of others.
I stood overlooking the true wonders of the world
Actions, movements, voices blanketing the quietness of the land
The mysteries of various skin hues wandering in the midst
And in compassion, I ask unto my Creator
In hushed whispers to receive the answers delivered of its repentance not found in the sacred scrolls of time
Echoing to the shallows solemn of my mind and those unfilled before me
Looking to the mountains, bowing my head, then closing my eyes
Was I the Sista born by my father’s loins
Slew in the fields the boastful mouth in anger, envy,
Denouncing the promised salvation from tilling the land my ancestors was to inherit
From what my hands has sown
Only to have reaped the torment of my lineage
Now upon where my feet must sojourn in wishes by the sweat of my brow
Where hatred and disunity greet my face where I stand
In the calling of the winds so serene, in its harkening command, so calm to my aura, I heard
What have you not done unto your breathen and the nation of your sista, you have not done unto me
I raised my palms to the sky in universal redemption,
Reverence to have inhaled the freedom of chains, oppressing minds in culpability
Go and multiply the land, where each strand upon the Crown of thy head, be filled with determination to always progress forward and never regress
Help those who are less unfortune, if you are warm, shelter minds who are without knowledge, and unto your bosom keep them warm in the paths of faith
This blessed divine offering to the mind you will find unto the red candle lightening, symbolic of forevermore to carry you over the threshold of determination and perseverance
The black candle represents the African people, the red candles symbolize their struggles, and the green candles represents hope for the future. The number of candles represents the seven principles of Kwanzaa. Together, the candles are called the mishumaa saba
Please give some honorable merit and much poetic respect to da_poetic-edifier (Damon)for his spiritual rendition celebrating Kujichagulia
da_poetic-edifier said:Thank you for the inclusion in this celebration of the diaspora.
You are so welcome, my King, and thank you for your words of enlightenment to celebrate such an uplifting culture ceremony of beliefs.
Enjoy your evening and please continue the tradition by poetry, spoken words, with song and dance in its most humbly honor to partake in.
You are so welcome, my King, and thank you for your words of enlightenment to celebrate such an uplifting culture ceremony of beliefs.
Enjoy your evening and please continue the tradition by poetry, spoken words, with song and dance in its most humbly honor to partake in.
Ujima (Collective Work and Responsibility)
On the third day of Kwanzaa, Ujima is celebrated, this encouraging and blessed ceremonial offering focuses on the collective responsibility for both the great achievements and the setbacks within a community. This principle reminds celebrants that building each other up is the best way to truly solve problems.
On the third day of Kwanzaa you light the first green candle to the immediate right of the black candle
Words of disfranchise weighs heavy upon war torn lands
No time in life to point daggers where united souls must come to stand
King and Queens with thrones as a sense of honor we must atone
The reflection of disunity in the mirror is yours alone
Uplift the burdens of your cause, give it purpose, make it shine
You have yours I have mine
My destiny has been ordained by the alliance of women by divine
I am the bearer, my womb is to give life
And for man to orate from his loins the fire roaring of strife
I am the neck you cannot turn without the feminism intelligence as being the head
Words to teach, reach, or preach is what needs to be heard after it’s all done and said
There are too many who have a foot on society’s necks
Wolf in sheep's clothing with revolutionary agendas I hear at best
Now place your name on a foundation, volunteer your time in its cause, or invest
If not, step aside so I can continue to hold broken souls, dry eyes from burdensome they have wept
I do not stand in the synagogue of darkness and profess the light of the truth
The winds know the fossils of my time and upon its breeze, I stand with the most revered soothing hues
You cannot marginalize what your intellect will never come to understand of try to dissect the morality of the mind
When you peep inside you just might come to fine
We are not from the same origin, and not the same kind
Some is of the Kente Cloth, and some on flaming blankets of dusk living on borrowed time
If you have not dug your hands deep in foreign lands
Felt the pain seeping from crackled terrain, or have studied the history of man
Written before taken your first breath by the rulers of the sand
Have heard the cry of blood, sweat, and tears
Who he speaks quiet in his oration can move mountains without the capitalization of fears
Embedding the cognizance thinkers with articles of the Constitution
Have you taken a stance on the revelations or marched for its unfair contributions
If all your narrow eyes see is the dissection of your own none and voided history, it makes it much easier in ignorance to forsake others
What God put together no man can asunder
The guidance of our ancestors is our mothers
And the land we draw resources from is our fathers
Why are you upon the shores, giving less than providing more
Words are a means of false vanity once they pour
Actions have always spoken louder than idle words
Without a ship to sail or an able body at the helm
It will always be the true calling of one’s existence of undocumented narratives of history, denying us, and illuminating from the Crows of Jim
Within my presence as I stand is to heal, by compassion, by actions, or by the laws of my degrees
Phrases have never defined the source of endeavors or the minds I attempt to spiritually or economically feed
Or my political agendas, my saucy cravings, or the tastes of my mmm.. or my ahhs… my written tease to mentally please
Variations of beautiful skin tones prosperous of wonders from day until the calling of midnight
I do not have a gavel in my hand, incarceration man by time, patting you down, my cosmic observations is not your plight
Admiration comes henceforth for some with no recognition and a closed mouth
Take my baton my sista, my brother as I pass it to you and make it fly, run with it, give it clout
The agony of disparity the streets cries, the next generation we must reward, we’re losing the battle from the North, East, West, and the South
Education of lineage, we must tell of the struggles, donations we repay with truth is what this world is all about
Queens' uplift
Be thy King’s keeper
In the midst of the garden, there still remains, riddled Intellects to dishearten
Who I will always call mindless sleepers
Kente cloth is historically associated with the Asante Empire (also spelled Ashanti), a political state that began in the late 17th century in what is today the
West African country of Ghana.
Kente is a meaningful sartorial device, as every aspect of its aesthetic design is intended as communication.
The colors of the cloth each hold symbolism: gold = status/serenity, yellow = fertility, green = renewal, blue = pure spirit/harmony, red = passion, black = union with ancestors/spiritual awareness
Kente Cloth narrative, compliments of Wikipedia
The fourth day of Kwanzaa gives us Ujamaa
A red candle is ceremonially lit in its fourth day honor
Ujamaa (Cooperative economics) This gathering of intellect to foster unity within the community. This movement is similar in comparison to Ujima, this belief is in regard to uplifting your community economically.
Light up the previous candles once again on the fourth Kwanzaa night then the second candle from the utmost left position (red) is lit. It denotes the principal of cooperative economics
The whispers of yesteryear are so near
I hear my ancestors crying for the freedom their soul, a thousand tears
In the bosom of the North star singing such sweet lullabies
Voices in union, their pleads hoping to be heard by the skins
Wading in the water the soothing visions of their Kingdom shall be done
As weary souls, blistered feet continued to march on
The New World just across the ravine, no more linked chins, no more plantation of skin scorching in the sun
Our victory shall be won
To forget the past, one is deemed to relive it
Love and peace, brings unity
Nia (Purpose)
Nia (pronounced “NEE-ah”), which means “purpose,” is the fifth principle of Kwanzaa
Nia is beautifully configured for the fifth day of Kwanzaa.
On this wonderous day of celebrating Kwanzaa, you give thanks for those who have journeyed before our footstep were blessed. Within ourselves finding and maintaining the true meaning of our spiritual wealth and the understanding the purpose of our existence.
You will light the black candle first, then the three red candles, moving from left to right and the green candle beside the black candle
Oh, how I wish it would rain
These are the times, when life has the meaning to wash away the calling of stigmatic’s pain
Somewhere I lost my self in the depth of that beautiful ocean
Only to be reborn again standing against the shore onto myself, reflective in its true devotion
The pulsate of the heart, found to connect mind to soul, trifold in the meaning of a beautiful piece of art
Unto man, he shall cleave until the thunder of earth
Unto the woman, who bears the comfort of his loins who shares the love of his mind and take refuge in his worth
Within the pulsation element of our wondrous being
Until the skies, let it always remain true, even in the amiss, allow solitude of the intellect to ring
I hear the soft winds, they cry out for me
The earth cuddles my soul as sirens embrace my footprints upon the sands that leads me to the high seas
The water of purification has cleansed the core of my mind
Forsaken others to journey to the road of enlightenment, we must leave others behind
Something greater, something higher, there is always honor in silence
The incantation of my Chakras tells my sacred temple I must leant, I must do
When you have to make choices as to breathe or live off the land, deemed more important than dinning of non-spiritual food
Is it that moment of epiphany found in humans to become our greatest awakening, yet, our greatest sin
The sweetest curse, undulated passion, when easing in the passage of glorification, once inside, lost in the exchanging of souls, again, and again
Where are your roots, have you cut down your own trees
Refusing to sow your own seeds
To watch the development of your earthy growth
Ask yourself, what do offer as you stand on soil, what is your potential, do you stay, do you ask of yourself more as you flow
Do I close the door to reality only the Heavens truly knows
I have conjured myself in the darkness of my own midst
Lost my soul in the ocean of the depth of abyss
Engulfed the ancient secrets not here today, now I have to ask of self where do I fit
Opening new eyes as I reap the fruits of my labor, where my passion to live, my journey, follow that star as I sing
Never forget, in life, even the meek must watch out for the Bee stings
The darker the berry the sweeter the juices, makes this a Honey Queen
Have the world become color blinded in a fairytale of make believe
Last night I knelt on my knees
Father, can you hear, I need you grace today
I am down here praying for the one, who think they have run out of words to say
I need your compassion, we all need your understand during trying debauchery, scene of unforgivable crimes
We’re all trying to find of peace, before our existence run out of breath as the sands of time
Selah
Kuumba (Creativity): to find new, innovative ways to leave communities of African descent in more beautiful and beneficial ways than the community inherited.
This is the sixth day of Kwanzaa, and to be in honor of this special say, I give a blessing to my ancestors who found ways to communicate with the most beautiful means of communication upon their sacred scrolls they inscribed (Hieroglyphics).
On the sixth day of Kwanzaa, you'll light the black candle first, then moving left to right, light the red candles and the first and second green candles closest to the black candle.
I bless the creativity of heart, the evolution of my mind, and within the spirit of my hands to regress through divine gateways to narrative, lost scrolls of what was, what is seen by the naked eyes now, and what is to become, through the channeling and inner and subconscious centering of my divine Charkas, blessed over and ordained my deep meditation.
My Roots Of My Creativity
Louisiana with a Haitian French Creole twist
Feeling in the mood for a little generational reminisce
New Orleans on my mind
It’s time, I relax, wine, and dine
The soothing sounds of the Jazz Clubs
A city of my embedded history I have so much love
Creole and Cajun food, the various articulated accents
A true homecoming to hear stories of old with kinfolks, always well spent
Hear me talk, Haitian Creole Yat, combined with an Eastern enunciation twine
Years trying to bury, I tell you no hidden lies
Linguistics diversified
Talking to patients, with listening intentions in their eyes
Glimpsing the raised eyebrows expression in their whys
Butter Rum skin tone, doesn’t match the deep southern-rooted, Haitian in disguise
Engaging voice by a profession, healing decree by foretold choice
Something I’m proud of when conversing, as my ancestors in their graves rejoice
Wine, pleasure seeking, you hear that twine, it tends to roll out
No resentments to adhere, or lingering doubts
Muscular eyes popping open, inquiries as to what language is spoken
Entwined Haitian Creole as tongues have slipped and awoken
My native dialect, east coast flair, merged into one
My family’s generational homebound of nationality has been proudly won
Wealth of history snatched by French designs
Moorish Forbearer, Lineage, Ancestral to stand, questioned by the tormentor’s whips and lies
Nubian Queen? You damn straight
Times such as this, pride refuse to wait
My lineage is not open for debate
Or words of my doctrines to rate
French stole, Spaniard claimed it, here today, it’s just too late
For the history that runs through my veins
My creed, my presence is all of me who remains
Hispaniola Saint-Domingue
Coffee and Sugar Cane
Sweltering heat, no rest or shelter in the pouring rain
Code Noir
Cries from the cotton fields no more
French Revolution
Freedom was the ultimate solution
My ancestral broken chains, their civil resolution
Blood on hands from plantation retribution
No forefather’s ablution
Given a one fifth citizenship, documented in the Constitution
Sins of the forefathers, medication now controlling their children’s mental pollution
Queen of Queens, yes within my birthright
However, embezzled legacy from the French Rulers in dawn’s early light
Give me Liberty or Give me Death
The fate of my lineage, scars of whips, to give other countries their treasured wealth
Fleets of ships that sailed
Bodies dropping like heads or tails
Breathing Heads accounted to live
Expired Tails, a sea coffin, no free labor to give
A Mambo Asogwe of Haiti, village Appointee
Healing from the element laws of spiritual degrees
Oh yes, part of the seeds of my heredity
Practiced in colonized solidarity, now an adopted creed
I may have to brush up on my French very soon
Two-sided dialogue in attendance, under one roof, is like a mental trip to the moon
A tale of two cities will soon meet trifold
Haitian French
Mulatto Parentages
Haitian Creole
Everlasting Kingdoms of warriors, carnage from royal, no longer roaming souls
From the Native Islands to the Louisiana Bayous, to the East Coast spiritual advisers to console
This is the introverted reason why I have adopted universal love
To collapse the invisible restraints of detestation God has stored in me from above
It never hurts with a touch of Love and Hugs
Imani (Faith)
On the seventh day of Kwanzaa, you'll light all of the candles, starting with the black candle. Move to the far red candle and proceed to light all of the red candles, moving to the first green candle beside the black candle. Continue until all of the green candles are lit.
To believe with all our hearts in our people and the righteousness and victory of our struggle, to believe we will uprise economically, financially, mentally. Uphold the reality of self, as we strive be a beacon of light to others.
It is a new year, push yourself to new challenges. Have faith in all you do and be positive, in a spiritual sense when communicating, find a network of like-minded people to share ideas; book club, church meeting groups to make the communication better.
Make sure you have some business cards on hand it is a perfect way when you are networking, and to get your services/business agenda to the right person’s interested eyes.
Invest in yourself. The internet and a sense of inspiration and determination is all you need. Buy some land, I happen to own three acres in New Mexico, the price is very cheap.
Make yourself shine, the limited choice is yours, and yours alone.
To practice any Kwanzaa celebration in its truest form any decorative table should contain the seven elements
Mazao (the crops)
Mkeka (the mat)
Muhindi (the corn)
Mishumaa Saba (the seven candles)
Kikombe Cha Umoja (the unity cup)
Zawadi (the gifts)
In the benediction of Kwanzaa and the adaption of its seven principles, I honor to give to you Locked Out, one of my personal favorite poems that I have lived through, as a nurse giving out vaccination as credit to life experience while enrolled in college to obtain my Bachelor’s Degree in Nursing.
Locked Out
In the hunt for hidden treasures, riches of golden pleasures
The map compass is sending me on a journey I started early this morning
Been all over the world, gathering mysteries
Rested my head in third world countries, adopting their histories
We take so many things for granted we have in our sole possession
Laborer of hands, cut off for conflict diamonds, mines patrolled and controlled by government given weapons
Children’s faces of silent tears, village raids hidden from fears
You ask me why I choose to say, I once nursed unto presence, held hands as I quietly prayed
The arrival of UNICEF or Red Cross mission, its wondrous assisting salvation
Rice, beans, cholera murky water, pestilences, daily starvation
In America, we want, comforted by our needs
Do you ever take the moment to think someone else’s heart bleeds
It weeps for peace
Dominated by a strong hold in the Middle East
It cries out for the land to replenish
No seeds sown, land cracked and diminished
Tusks of elephants hunted in jungles as they roam, this heartless concept does hit home
Poachers aiming no more they stand
Now considered Smuggled Ivory Contraband
Safari eyes have seen in the motherland
Those piano keys
Blood Ivory Tusks that play such sweet melodies
Pictures of the people, the villages, a long-distance heartfelt romance
Midwives, flies, propaganda lies, riddles the lands
How could I close my eyes to memories of missionary relief
Strange occurrences, crooked political system with no guided spiritual beliefs
I may write as a sexy dame, however, remembrance of Soweto’s villages of tin
Beautiful names behind smiles of origin
Nurse duties advised, not to judge, turn a blind eye in time
Skin pigmentation, not aged like fine wine
A forgotten country, citizens living among mud, poor educational system, hunger, and flies
Exploited on television, Haiti allowed me to spread my wings, set me free to be me
So much work still to do in Africa, not by one’s hands
Donations among any natural disaster falling short to deliver to woman or man
Locked out, eyes to heaven as I’ve looked up
Suburban privileges not sipped from everyone’s cup
Separatism, it tried
Multicultural, with still privileged prying eyes
Albino grief as said, gives wealth, good luck, not sin
Taken from mother’s arms killed for the color of their skin
Witch Doctors unethical Healers
Trafficking body parts like Tanzania organ dealers
I wish we all could live as one and the same
The Ten Commandments should have condemned to hell by names
Who really does no wrong
On that theory I could go on all night long
From the preacher to the teacher
Can’t we all just get along
Then again, it’s no longer echoed as a world peaceful song
That concept died by skin tone alone
This poem came to me
While praying on my knees
Asking forgiveness of American’s sins
Taking the burdens back to its origin as this creation could begin once again
Replaced now with worldly peace
Things of importance such as technology will be decreased
Talking to one another with receptive intentions will be increased
Locked out
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Locked out of what
The divine answers uncut
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