This day marks the celebration of an untold prophecy! Getting free was foretold many earth rotations ago. It is amazing to be living in a time such as this!
On this day we Africans across the world and on the continent itself celebrate by wearing African garments. August 8th is a celebratory holiday even if work is involved. If you find yourself working that day, wear expressive clothing to work.
In honor of all the slaves who were killed and the families destroyed by the African slave trades, we have a community and/or family dinner together. Families and individuals write down and share their future aspirations and goals.
The first thing everyone must do in the morning is give thanks! In these prayers no requests are made, just gratitude given!
Preparation:
Uncover those things that make you uniquely African.
Women – your highest show of devotion to your true self is the discontinuing of the perm/press. We’ve heard “I just like to have variation,” which is good. So your variation will be your true self. A lot of us say that we don’t know how to take care of our natural hair or that a perm is easier. Natural hair is just like natural legs – you just do it. A perm is maintained every week or two, they burn, are uncomfortable to sleep in, and can’t get wet. That sounds a lot harder than being natural. Some of our women have never seen their hair in a natural state! When up to 86% of African (American) girls have straightened hair we have a problem. When the media feeds us images of Europeans over and over and tells us, “That’s what beauty is,” we have a problem.
Men – no Dax, no Murrays, no Sporting Waves, no wave brushes or line-ups (i.e. Caesars, which is a European look). Like us, most Asians, Hispanics, and every other culture may wear the garments available, which are usually European. But they usually wear their hair close to its original state, if not all the way natural.
Think back to the days when the tallest girl in class would get picked on. Then one day, because of her height, she turns out to be a super model. The point is this: usually the persons with the unique differences get made fun of, but when they embrace it everyone wishes they were that person. August 8th is a day to embrace our differences. Everyone else aside from the African has straight hair or a looser curl at best (usually). They are pretty much all the same, so it is no wonder how before we’d want to “blend in.” But on August 8th we celebrate our uniqueness. We, like that tall kid in class, will embrace that thing that makes us uniquely us. Having hair of wool is AMAZING!
We look at the European standards and feel inadequate when we judge ourselves using their system. We should use the African standard instead. Prime example: The African body can be thin, round, various shapes. Our legs are skinnier than Europeans – and in gyms across America, African bodybuilders say, “Unfortunately, I have short calves.” What?! Are you serious? African people win everything you can possibly win when it comes to athletics and physical strength, right? What good is having an oversized calf muscle if you can’t run faster or jump higher? Embrace your build because it is sufficient and adequate. On August 8th, African women, do not wear high heels. We believe that they were invented for one or two reasons: 1) to make a woman clumsy and vulnerable, and/or 2) to make up for a long torso and short legs (which is a trait of European women that African women seldom deal with). They say the shape of a heart is man’s ideal feminine figure. That is, in general, the African woman’s body. Not a slander, but without high heels, a lot of other races of women are stubby and bulky at the bottom and high heels give them the appearance that is naturally you!
Universally, the attitude toward African people is that we are the closest cousins to the monkey. This is completely wrong information and we believed it. We believed it so much that some settled for a monkey’s life. Too many of us became so infatuated by shiny things that we’d kill our own brothers over a chain. We’d get loud and irate and fight one another like monkeys do. When we fell for this and believed it, we achieved it. We fell apart socially and don’t even like our own brothers and sisters. These are the lesser characteristics that we HAD succumbed to, but not anymore. August 8th represents the resurrection of our true African selves.
The facts that follow are not meant to be racist, but to shed light. All man is kindred to the monkey – every one of us; but, you my not have noticed African people are one of the furthest cousins of a monkey. (We won’t use ‘primate’ because that insists that humans come from monkeys, which is what European science in its limited scope would have us believe. A domesticated cat, jaguar, cheetah, and panther all obviously have similar characteristics, but they all did not come from one cat.)
Let’s have a look at African features, starting with our lips. I won’t say they’re large, because that would insinuate there’s a regular size. Monkeys are lipless. Hair – African people have hair of wool. Monkeys have straight hair. They also have long torsos and no butts. African people have short torsos and often have prominent buttocks.
Every few years, science is going to come up with a new discovery on why such and such happened. Whatever you believe, you can achieve. They want this big bang theory and evolution so badly that they keep finding reasons why it’s true. The Earth is grandiose to us, but it’s really a microorganism. What seems like forever (millions of years) to us is really only a short time based on what speed you are able to detect matter. On those planets where no life is detected, life does in fact exist. The reason we are unable to interact with it is that our filter of matter is only relevant to our existence here on this organism (but that’s another conversation).
Basing our reality on someone else’s interpretation is something that we each rebel against as individuals, often to the point that we are compelled to fight for our right of self-determination. This is a feeling that we need to embrace as a community. Just as we embrace our individual uniqueness, we must recognize the beauty in the uniqueness of our people. Get Free Day is one occasion that we can yearly take the time to celebrate that which unites us in our differentness.
Check out the brilliance:
There’s a king’s tomb in Northern Africa where, because of the way it is structurally built, the light only shines in once a year – his birthday!! Wow! Tell me we aren’t from a scientifically advanced continent. We knew the Earth was round way before anyone else did. How could it be flat? LOL. Imagine those calculations. Do you know what inductive math is? We certainly invented that. We may have invented deductive math as well, but Europe takes the credit, claiming to have “perfected” our math.
Why August 8th? Before the destruction of some of the greatest cities know to man (they talk about “going green”, but these cities were massive and did NO harm to Mother Nature), which resided along the coasts of Africa, there was born a prophet. His name was Ibtiaa Ewbar (Ib-tee-aye Eu-bar). Rumor has it that when Ibtiaa was born, he arrived out of the womb with himself fully together, as if he’d had a mirror inside his mother’s belly. His head of wool was flawless!
He didn’t sleep a wink after his birth, which was very odd, nor did he make a sound. This puzzled the community very much. Instead of sleeping, he stared deep into the faces of everyone around, studying their lips especially hard. The first day, he was surrounded by family and doctors, which was normal for a child’s birth. The second day, after word of this awkward child who had not cried nor slept spread, local scientists and others came to see the child. Surrounded by many people now, Ibtiaa’s demeanor didn’t change. On that second day, he stared and studied for a full 24 hours.
The third day after his birth, the crowd was massive, as everyone wanted a glimpse of this peculiar child. Sometime before dusk, they were going to proceed with his naming ceremony. As they prepared the environment, something strange began to happen. Ibtiaa began to murmur sounds. One person close to Ibtiaa yelled for silence and full attention. The area fell into dead silence as they looked at the baby.
Suddenly, he started to make sounds that seemed like words – and then… “Greetings. There is no need to name me, for I already have a name. It is Ibtiaa Ewbar.” Quite a few gasps broke the silence, but the noise didn’t last long enough to interrupt his next words. “There will soon come a day when you will forget that this ever happened. During that time, you will be subjected to all sorts of torment. The worst will be that you will hate yourself. You will be divided and find no friends among you. Vanity and lust will be your appetite. This will go on for what seems to be eternity until the story of me resurfaces.
Just with the mention of my name on this day, August 8th, in a celebratory manner, your love for self will be healed.”
Immediately after his last word, someone said, “Are you our savior to be worshipped?”
“I am not. I am the collective consciousness of all African people. I am a celebration of your greatness. I am the pride in your sciences and medicine. I am the heartbeat of your community. Worship me not, for God is neither man nor beast, idol nor object, solely. God is everything you see, hear, smell, and touch. During the period of my absence, man’s religions from North, West, East and South will trick you into praying to all sorts of men, women, animals, and objects. You will believe that woman is man’s servant when the truth is that each is a servant to the other. When that happens, you will have God, but God will not have you. On this day, when you awaken, breathe deeply and ask for nothing. Your praise will be in thankfulness only.”
“I must get rest now; and although I may appear to be dead when my eyes shut, I am alive and well, waiting for you to remember me on this day.” Ibtiaa’s eyes closed as he laid in what appeared to be the most comfortable of positions. Just then, a star shot across the sky and Ibtiaa Ewbar was forgotten.
On August 8th, let’s awaken the consciousness of Africa with a celebration honoring who we are, our accomplishments, and where we are going as a collective community. And don’t forget to remember Ibtiaa Ewbar!
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