KIZA (kee’-za) active n. [from Kiswahili kisa, story.] 1. Story. 2. It’s all about the story.
Black (blak) infinite being [existing before the beginning.] 1. Space, ether, infinity. 2. Color containing all other colors. 3. People embodying space, ether, infinity. 4. Pertaining to the creative substance and all that exists.
Lit (lit) n. [Ebonics; Black English; African American Vernacular English] 1. Literature, spoken and written. 2. Hip, cool and/or energetic. 3. Bright, shining, illuminated, enlightening.
BlackLit (blak-lit) n., v., adj., adv. Brilliant and active literary expressions pertaining to all that exists, created by people who embody space /ether /infinity.
Editor’s Take
BY NJEMILE Z. ALI
L. Ann Lewis grasped the threads of hate that were meant to ensnare her childhood dreams and wove them into a tapestry of enduring community connections. She courageously transformed pain into purpose, putting to work her inborn sense of justice. L. Ann’s true story, …
Deep Wisdom
NYANSAPO
“Wisdom knot. A symbol of wisdom, ingenuity, intelligence, and patience. The proverb associated with this Adinkra is ‘Nyansapo wosane no badwenma,’ to wit, ‘A wisdom knot is untied (only) by the wise.’” https://www.adinkrasymbols.org/symbols/nyansapo/
Black ACE Happenings
The drums are calling us to the fireside for stories, verse and film from the Black Arts, Culture & Entertainment abundant storehouse. Commune with fellow lovers of the arts …
Treasures of the African Diaspora
BY ZAKIYYAH ALI
Dr. Daisy Century, a Philadelphia native, embodies the stories of African American heroines like Cathay Williams, sharing the knowledge and memories with fascinated audiences around the country. I met Daisy at least 30 years ago, when she was a teacher at Salisbury Middle School in Allentown. I was working on …
The Evolution of My Revolution
BY L. ANN JACKSON
It was September 5, 1960 and my first day of school in the first grade at St. Teresa’s, the parish school in San Francisco’s Potrero Hill neighborhood. There I sat in the middle of the second row at my little desk, arms extended, hands clasped, my back as straight as a soldier’s.