Thursday, 30 January 2014

Luxe Art: Historical Treasures



African Art
Asante Artist, Ghana (formerly the Gold Coast)
Bracelet, ca. 19th century
Gold and other metal alloys
Donated by Maureen and Harold Zarember of Tambaran Gallery

Value: $5,000–$7,000

This ring combines Akan/Asante and European jewelry designs. It was made by an Akan/Asante metal-smith working in the gold-rich forest region of what is now Ghana, formerly known as the Gold Coast. Similar rings appear in nineteenth century British jewelry catalogues.

The ball-tip bracelet is of European origin, but its ornamentation, resembling plant buds, is of Akan/Asante invention. The subject matter of Akan/Asante art includes the flora and fauna of the local environment; objects of daily life; and images of Akan people involved in social, religious, and political interactions. While this work of art dates to the nineteenth century, its history is linked to that of the West African empires that rose to power more than 1000 years before.

The modern nation of Ghana is named after the Empire of Ghana founded during the eighth century. For many centuries before the rise of the Akan states and the founding of the Asante Kingdom, gold was mined in West Africa south of the Sahara and gold was the basis for the trans-Saharan trade. Akan states developed toward the beginning of the fifteenth century stimulated by the demand for gold on the world market. By 1482, Europeans began to establish trading forts in coastal Akan areas. Akan states exchanged gold for slaves to clear the forest and mine or pan for more gold.

By about 1500, Akan peoples exported more than 1000 pounds of gold each year. As gold trade routes shifted from the Sahara to the coast, Akan royal courts became the most splendid in Africa. The Asante confederacy was formed at the end of the seventeenth century. On March 6, 1957, Ghana became the first sub-Saharan African nation to regain its independence.

Source: https://www.high.org/Programs/Programs/CE2013-Auction/African-Art.aspx

Paulina says: It blows my mind the amount of treasures of Ghanaian origin found outside of Ghana. Will we ever value our historical treasures.... Can't the Gods-that-be in Ghana put their hands in the pocket and buy back some of these treasures and put them in some museum somewhere in Ghana!!!!!

Slave Stories: Kofi


A small drum from Akim, Accra, Ghana.


Do you know my mother? She is so beautiful. She has a beautiful blue dress and a black necklace and lots of combs she lets me play with sometimes. She looks after my sister, Aba and me. I fight with my sister and uncle always blames me. Aba is his favourite.

I have lots of friends in my village. They are called Kobbi and Bobo and Kojo. When I'm not playing with them I help my mother and look after our goats and chickens but they always run away. Aba always says she will help me but she never does.

Sometimes my uncle shows us how to play his drum. He plays for the chief| of the Fanti| and is very, very good. He even helped us kill a goat so we could make a new drum for him. He might let me have his old one but I don't know yet.

I'm going home soon. Uncle said that if I went with his friends that they would take me to visit a special, surprise place and that I could come back soon. I asked if my friend Kobbi could come but he said no. He looked funny when he said it and my mother and sister were screaming and crying. He pushed them inside the house and told them to stop it.

I got frightened but he said that there was nothing to worry about and that I had to wear a special necklace| so that I would be like all the other people who were going to this special place. He looked sad|.

My necklace is very heavy. When I had to walk| I could barely move, so a big man called Abeeku helped me. We played a game - how many steps before we got tired. After a while I began to think that my uncle had tricked me and that we were really going to a horrible place, or maybe his friends tricked him.

One day we got to a great big house| made from stone and everywhere were the white people| uncle told me about. They are very hairy and smell funny to me. I held the Abeeku's hand and went down into a dark hole| under the building.

It was very hot and smelly and everyone in there was very angry. Men were shouting and fighting| and then the white men came and shouted and hit everyone. I stayed close to Abeeku for many days. One day, just before we came here, he started to cry, so I cried, so the white men took us all to this place|.

I am scared of all the water|. Yesterday we had to go up onto the top of this boat. My eyes hurt and my knees were stiff. Then I saw all the water but I couldn't see the land and I got very frightened so I forgot to jump up and down like the others. One of the white men shouted next to my face and I remembered. 

I like the rice food they give us but the hard crunchy things| have insects in and they are hard to chew. Abeeku helps me eat them. I wish I had a nice juicy piece of fruit| - I even dream about it.

Today when we were on top of the boat some of the men who sit near me suddenly attacked| some of the white men. They started to fight and the white men won but not before some of the other men jumped into the water. I think they are gone.

Then we got pushed back into the hole quickly and I got kicked, then the horrible screaming started and I covered my ears. Someone said they could see men hanging by their thumbs| and I could hear the sound of the whip. I feel sick and want to go home.

The sounds on top became different and Abeeku said he thought we were there. I didn't want to get off the boat and tried to stay to the end, but Abeeku just walked off. Then some people began shouting and I saw two dead men were chained next to them and so I ran out as fast as I could.
         
On the land I couldn't see anything because there were so many people around me. I saw Abeeku ahead but before I could get to him a hand grabbed me and a white man looked in my mouth|. I tried to pull but he had my arm.
         
Before I knew what had happened I was being pulled back towards the water. I tried to run back but soon I was on another, smaller boat| with strange people.

There is a boy here on the plantation| who looks like my friend, Kojo. His name is Paul and everyone treats him badly because he has funny colour skin| and because his father was white. Even I hit him sometimes. He calls me John|. So does Mr Jones, the master here.

There are lots and lots of people called slaves here. Paul says I'm a slave but I don't know what that means. One day master saw Paul teaching me to speak English and hit| him so hard. There are some children here who look like me who have never been anywhere else|. They try to make me do their work but their mothers| in the house stop that. They say I have enough to do looking after the animals outside.

The women tell me that I am almost a man now and Mr Jones says that tomorrow I will work with the men in the fields|. I see what happens there and dread tomorrow.

The overseer| is an evil man who will do anything to make people scared, sick or hungry. He's too fat to move quickly so uses a gun. The men who came here with me have mostly died|. Master has arguments with him sometimes but that just means he is sneakier. Maybe I can escape in the night.

The overseer| has gone. Paul said he was costing Master too much money. The new overseer is weaker. The women shout things at him and he just laughs.

I say the same things but don't know what they mean. My mother would be ashamed. He does not seem to notice when we work slowly| but I am sure master will. We should be careful.



An 18th-century Caribbean newspaper advert, looking for news of Jacob, a runaway slave.

Two nights ago some men ran away towards the river. Some came back this morning with the patrollers|. They have metal necklaces| like the one I wore and they bleed a lot. One man hasn't come back yet. Maybe he got to the river and found a boat. Maybe I could do the same.|

Last night the Master and his men came into the bunkhouse|, cursing and kicking and beating as they looked everywhere. They said this will happen every night now. I wonder what they are looking for. Paul said it is because the men on another plantation rebelled|. They were burned alive to teach the rest a lesson. Maybe I'm safer here.

Kofi grew to an adult and had a child| with another slave. He then had family ties and other people to consider so did not run away as planned. One day, when his son had grown, he saw a huge group of people moving towards the plantation and heard from them that slavery has been abolished| for several years. The new master used a gun to try to stop them leaving but without success. Kofi and his family left with the other ex-slaves.

Text & Photo Credit: http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/ism/slavery/slave-stories/kofi/kofi1.aspx

Slave Stories: Kwame



This is a gold pectoral disc. They hung from cords around the necks of young men who served the Asantehene. These servants were known as 'souls' and walked in front of the chief on ceremonial occasions to ward off evil. The discs are often known as soul-washers' badges.



Like many others I was a goldsmith| in our town, Kumasi|, making jewellery and statues and other decorations. I learnt the skill from my father and he from his. We made many beautiful pieces - they made us wealthy. Our best customer was the Asantehene| (although I did not agree with his taste!).

I don't know why the Asantehene| lied. He said I cheated him; that I sold him poor quality gold. Other young men|, some I know well, were accused of crimes| as well. I think he planned to sell| us to the white slave traders.
         
Some of the others tried to struggle against the guns and chains. There was no point. I saved my strength.
         
I didn't see my family. I fear for my wife, Kessie and our son, Adisa. I hope my father is there to care for them. I hope they are safe. I think the Asantehene will tell my father lies and try to cheat him again. I try to be angry, hoping it will stop me falling into misery like the others here but it is difficult.

The worst time of my life was in the despair of that stinking, black, silent hole| with hundreds of men and boys|. Then a white man picked me. Kessie, my wife, used to say I have a proud face - I think it has helped me here. This man looks different to the others - cleaner and with different, finer clothes. He seems to be a kind of doctor| but I don't recognise his methods or tools. I am careful not to anger him|.

Days have passed and I am grateful to this man - I am in the sunshine. I help him clean and heal the people still in the hole. They have dirty sores under their metal rings, wounds from whipping and many cannot eat or drink. They get so thin. I think many will die| before we see land - even some of the white men|.

Today I wished to be in the hole with the other people. White men are demons and I fear I am less Asante being near them. They spit and kick and whip children and women, and sometimes each other. Then they even threw a newborn baby into the water. I stopped his mother following him and then we sat and cried.
         
The white men are getting excited and are pointing. I can see land|. It is green and mountainous.

As we were rowed from the ship to the land I tried to stay close to the doctor. I thought I knew what type of man he was but yet again I was deceived. As soon as we reached land I was pushed into a stockade with the others. I spat at the doctor and a white man smashed me in the mouth with the end of his gun. The doctor looked almost ashamed. The flies swarm to my blood.

Many people here are getting weaker|. Their cries become wilder and their eyes roll. We have been here without shade for several days. They've given us better food and even a little tobacco but I don't think that this is for our benefit|. Perhaps they want to raise our spirits just to put us down again.
         
Through the walls I can see a man close to the water's edge. They left him where he fell| and only the dogs and flies show any interest. The sound and smell makes us sick.
         
The waiting is terrible. I need something to happen. More white men arrive| each day.

I should reintroduce myself. I am now Peter|, or so Mr. Wells says. He is the owner of this plantation| near a place called Bridgetown|.

I didn't think it possible to hate a thing, but I hate this place and I hate sugar| - its smell, its touch, the rats, the snakes. By day I work| in the field with 200 other miserable souls, burning and cutting. We watch the ground and work quickly, trying not to look at the traitor| with the dogs and the whip.

By night we huddle in tiny sheds, the sick with the healthy, brought to life only for food. We push and trip each other like animals, grabbing what we can. I hate myself.

Today a large box arrived. The traitor tells us that it comes from a place across the sea called Liverpool| and that it will work faster than us.

Kwame lived for a few more days. The box contained a sugar harvester that he was forced to operate. Kwame's arm was caught while removing a blockage and infection set in. He died| four days later.


Text & Photo Credit: http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/ism/slavery/slave-stories/kwame/kwame2.aspx
 Life before capture

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Unmissable: Asa Baako Music Festival, March 7-9 2014, Busua Beach, Western Region, Ghana

 

 






Beautiful people: Lady Jay-wah  & M3nsa at last years Asa Baako.....

 

"Asa Baako festival, meaning one dance in Akan, is a fine example of how Ghana's beach-party scene has exploded. One March 7-9, the tropical fishing village of Busua will be taken over by a mix of 2000 locals and tourists as Ghanaian acts such as Fokn Bois and Lawmaker play over three stages and at late-night jungle parties. Free, March 7-9. http://www.asabaako.com/ By KLisa Scott -Roam the Globe Section.....

Credit/Source: Metro (Wednesday 22 January 2014)

 

Paulina says: Omgoodness Ghana get its very own sexy Festival!!!!! I don't know the folks behind the 'Asa Baako Festival' but I'm very impressed with their marketing person(s)...

For Ghana Rising Blog to read about this must-go event in the Metro paper (UK) tells me that 'Asa Baako Festival' which takes place between 7th -9th March 2014 at Busua Beach, Ghana -- means business!! Plus its soooo good to have something this trendy for Ghana's tourist Industry, thus we must all get behind it...and that includes Ghana's Tourist Board or Authority or whatever they call themselves -now-a-days...

I don't know what to say, I'm fizzing with excitement --what a buzz!!! I get the feeling that March just might become the new December....actually Christmas in Ghana will take a good beating but --we now have 'Asa Baako' in March to add to our social calender...... fabulous!!!!

For more info about the Asa Baako Music Festival or for travel details do visit: http://www.asabaako.com/

Do LIKE their Face Book Page via: https://www.facebook.com/asabaako -I have invite all me FB friends......
 
 
 
***All photos come courtesy of Asa Baako Music Festival

Bossip's Top 10 Countries With Beautiful BLACK Women


Miss Ghana 2010 Awurama Simpson represents
 


United States - First, this goes out to YOU. America has some fine Black women that we should acknowledge off the bat.

Nigeria - West African’s got some unbelievably beautiful chocolate women.

Barbados - An island full of Rih Rihs? Yes, please.

Cuba - There’s a huge community of Afro-Cuban women that will take your breath away. Luckily, some make their way to Miami for us to admire. Christina Milian’s parents are Cuban.

Jamaica - You just knew Jamaica had to get some love. Why is Jamaica such a huge destination? Yes, the drinks and scenery work out well. But the women make us keep coming back.

Trinidad and Tobago - Another island with some beautiful women. Don’t worry, they don’t have all kinds of fake goodies like Nicki.

Ethiopia - Beauty in the heart of civilization. If all women looked like this, no wonder civilization started around this area if you get our drift.

Ghana - And on the other side of the Motherland are even more beauties.

Brazil - When people hear "Brazil" they tend to forget about the huge Afro-Brazilian community that makes up so many of the beautiful women there. Yes, Adriana Lima is fine, but our Afro-Brazilians take the cake.

South Africa - South Africa has its issues once in a while, but it definitely has a ton of beautiful ladies. It’s a must for anyone looking for loooove.
Credit/Source: Bossip

 

"Time to represent for our sistahs.. Traveler’s Digest released a list of the countries with the hottest women, but it was missing some…um…melanin. So we decided to show some love to the women of color across the world that we wanted to give some shine to. So without further ado…10 countries with really hot Black women." Bossip

 

Paulina says: Posted in March 2012 by uber Black gossip website du jour -Bossip, in reaction against a prodeminatly white beauty list by Traveler’s Digest, -the list celebrates Ghanaian beauty -and Ghana Rising Blog approves... To view Bossip's 10 Countries With Beautiful BLACK Women List in its entirety visit: http://bossip.com/553691/eff-a-travelers-digest-10-countries-with-beautiful-black-women39204/
 

Sunday, 26 January 2014

Object of Desire: AfroChic's Pineapple Wrap Dress



 Cost: GH¢42.00
 
Order online via: http://www.afrochiconline.com/index.php?route=product/outfit&path=5_1


Paulina says: How pretty is this must-have dress!!! I'm predicting that AfroChic's uber pretty Pineapple Wrap Dress is the dress of 2014... For more info about AfroChic's latest collection visit: https://www.facebook.com/AfroChicGhana
 

Photography: Loving Duke Tetteh-Quarshie of Focus GH Photography's Blonde Salad Shoot......



**All photos come courtesy of Focus GH Photography.....


Paulina says: I don't mean to harp on and on but I very rarely stumble upon photographs that are on point and shot in Ghana -sorry!!!! I'm uber blown away by Duke Tetteh-Quarshie, the photographer behind Focus GH's 'Blonde salad' shoot.

Its truly fabulous to see a Ghana based photographer using a real model, a beautiful specimen of  human fabulousness with a model neck and striking features... And for the make-up artist to have done a sterling job, for the hairstylist to be on-point and for the stylist to have kept the look simple -and on trend --all at once....its unbelievable....

I can't find the credit info, thus don't know the model, MUAs', stylist or hairstylist' name -but it would be good to know -no? I've also seen other really high fashion images by Accra based Duke Tetteh-Quarshie of Focus GH photography so I'll most definitely be keeping my Ghana Rising eye on his work. Who knows, with images like the ones above maybe we will work together in the near future.

To book or check out the rest of Duke Tetteh-Quarshie's portfolio visit: http://www.behance.net/focusghphotography