Thursday, August 27, 2009

Home is Here

When people tell me (and some have) that I do not belong here, it saddens me. Apart from the fact that we (homo sapiens) all originated in Africa, my own family has been in this country for 15 generations. If not here, then where? I love Africa. Home is here.

(This is my submission for the This is Home project.)

9 comments:

Linda Sue said...

Home is where you hang your hat- There are certainly places that feel more homey than others, if Africa is your home then there it is! I can pretty much feel at home anywhere, at least for a few minutes....
I would rather you call the Pacific Northwest "home" because I am selfish that way- I would be a good neighbor to you...I would not make you sweep the streets nor would I block your view...enticing?

Linda Sue said...

I forgot to rave about your art work there! RAVE!!! that is so clever in every way- I love how your brain works in tandem with your ability to put it in art form! Wonderful!
Love heart in Africa!

Sarah said...

Dear Anairam,
I am so sad and sorry to hear that. Some people are so cruel...
Africa is your home.

L'Atelier said...

it is a rather odd place your country that has now become mine! somehow lots of people keep on discussing who and where from, instead of realising that we all here and look into the future together!
the place where one grows up- hold a special place in ones heart. being a nomade by nature, i call 3 cities home! and everybody always tells me that i am not from any of those cities - hahaha they just to narrow minded to see i can be home in 3 places ;)
15generations - yep you are an african!!! did you know that in islam you are off a place when you spent 40days there...
your art work is amazing! really really cool!

yoon see said...

Here, home is always the best.
i have the same feeling too.
Soory to drop by late, at least better than not at all!

Happy weekends Anairam!

Leenie said...

Rude, judgemental people. Ignore the dorks. Great, happy art!

Freshly Found said...

I Am An African I am an African
Not because I was born there
But because my heart beats with Africa’s
I am an African
Not because my skin is black
But because my mind is engaged by Africa
I am an African
Not because I live on its soil
But because my soul is at home in Africa
When Africa weeps for her children
My cheeks are stained with tears
When Africa honours her elders
My head is bowed in respect
When Africa mourns for her victims
My hands are joined in prayer
When Africa celebrates her triumphs
My feet are alive with dancing
I am an African
For her blue skies take my breath away
And my hope for the future is bright
I am an African
For her people greet me as family
And teach me the meaning of community
I am an African
For her wildness quenches my spirit
And brings me closer to the source of life
When the music of Africa beats in the wind
My blood pulses to its rhythm
And I become the essence of sound
When the colours of Africa dazzle in the sun
My senses drink in its rainbow
And I become the palette of nature
When the stories of Africa echo round the fire
My feet walk in its pathways
And I become the footprints of history
I am an African
Because she is the cradle of our birth
And nurtures an ancient wisdom
I am an African
Because she lives in the world’s shadow
And bursts with a radiant luminosity
I am an African
Because she is the land of tomorrow
And I recognise her gifts as sacred
http://www.waynevisser.com/poem_i_am_an_african.htm

Relyn said...

This is a wonderful, heartfull piece of art. I love this glimpse into your open, loving heart.

Candace said...

Sweetie, I really do understand. "Home is where, when you go there, they have to take you in." -- Robert Frost.

15 generations ago, your folks were "taken in". Enough said. How I love this artwork!

Candace in Athens x