Pyramids of the Soul

What a pleasant surprise to hear from an old friend and an Africanist at heart. The Gillenwaters family were great friends from the early 1990s. This is just one of the hundreds of relationships I built in Memphis with African Americans that changed me for life. It's because of these kind of relationships that I strive to be a better African first and then a better human being second. 

I understood our history and struggle to be human better because of what my Kenyan sensibilities could perceive when around that environment.  Other people played some roles but I have to admit that being around the best and the worst of our experience brought a part of me that was too deeply buried within.  Many will not understand and I am fine with that.

The piece of art here reminds me of my deep hustle that would see me through hell if I needed. It is not simply art, but has a types of relationships and hands that finally came out to be what has been occupying my friend's wall for over a quarter of a century.  My oldest daughter probably has her fingerprints in the back of the art, being that she was always the loyal assistant.

 I was an art dealer in my first year of college and did some brisk business. What I didn't realize is that the experience was my introduction to anthropology and food activism. Many of my art negotiations took place in kitchen tables, barber shops and hair salons. 

My college friends were also like family in a mighty way. The professors were like guardians, uncles and aunts.  If you have never lived outside your home country, attending college and raising a daughter at the same time, just don't even try to imagine. I was also out of status and therefore undocumented for a while. Yet all these was just a passing cloud. It is for such reasons that I owe more than I can ever give. 

I would sell a piece of art, then visit the customers house to see their decor and then frame the piece to fit their decor. This same experience comes out in my approach to food and my love for people. Being in the kitchen of so many wonderful people's home made me feel less lonely. It also made me feel more secure knowing police officers, public officials, professional and most important intellectuals.

Memphis might be the city of the dead but it gave me princely life, love and light. More fire, black fire!