471 Abibisika (Black Gold) Points

Rank: Unranked Obibini

I naturally discovered Nana Obádéle Kambon’s teachings/knowledge through my Ancestor’s willful calling for me to physically and spiritually return back home. I’m thrilled to have been led to this point, so I thought I would share some of my family’s story.

My father was born in Sekondi-Takoradi, Ghana. And my mother was born in Omungwelume village, in northern Namibia. My parents met in Bulgaria, later moved to Italy, where my two older brothers were born and shortly after, immigrated to east coast Canada.

My father was born independence year and even though he was born into a Methodist mind-enslavement, he was always more interested in what lay beyond the horizon of the coasts of Sekondi than church.

My mother was born during a time of unrest in Namibia and Southern Afrika in general — when she was ten years old (1966), the “South African Border War” began. The South African “Defence” Force (White colonizers who would also conscript Afrikan people into service against their own people) was fighting to continued the apartheid regime. My mother joined the freedom fighter movement – which involved heavy guerrilla warfare – and at the age of 18 she, along with many others, were exiled from the country.

The freedom fighters travelled to Zimbabwe, where they set up refugee camps. The UN sent my mother along with many of her fellow freedom fighters to Bulgaria where she lived for 8 years and attained an engineering degree. My mother was born into Lutheran mind-enslavement, but she always says that living through war and learning about the world, did a lot to teach her that there was no magical christian “God” coming from the sky to save everyone like their bible said.

Like I mentioned before, my parents met in Bulgaria, later moved to Italy for 7 years, where my older brothers were born and shortly after, immigrated to east coast Canada in 1987.

Feb 11 1990, Mandela was released from jail and shortly after, Namibia regained its independence on March 21st 1990. So from 1974 to 1990 my mother was in exile – for 16 years my mother forcefully had no contact with her parents, community and country. But in 1990 my mother and other war veterans were able to finally travel back home and she took my 3 year old self with her. This was my first taste of the homeland. My brothers actually joke that it is because of my going back first and at such a young age, that my feelings and draw to return back home came sooner than their own…and I sort of turned into the most vocal out of our family in the importance of returning. I fell in love learning how to cook our food, with the Afrikan music we were lucky enough to grow up with, with my natural hair, and most recently: relearning our languages…even convincing my parents to remember the life and the beauty and the world they left.

Thankfully, through my parents views and ancestors’ strength, my brothers and I never went to church (outside of maybe attending a friend’s wedding) and we were never taught the indoctrination of their religion which I think also helped us to see the light and accept our ancient truths more easily.

Now come to today. We took a trip back to both Ghana and Namibia two years ago. It was my brothers and my first time in Ghana and our first time back to Namibia in our adult years (we’re all in our early 30s now). In Ghana, I’ve never smiled and laughed so much in my entire life! My aunts, uncles and cousins are all hilarious and generous and it was beautiful to be able to finally see my dad in his true habitat! Our Ghanaian grandmother who was ailing in health, even held out for us to return. She passed away a few months after we visited and were able to see her. Ghana really solidified my heart in the notion that our Ancestors are always with us and a flow/reincarnation of energy is always present – when I would get out of the car and meet a cousin or uncle for the first time, they would almost do a double take since I am the only child out of our cousins who looks and has natural mannerisms SO similar to to our Ghanaian grandma. The similarity shook them to the core!

And although the wounds of colonialism in the main cities of Namibia are still fresh in the hearts of the people (and there’s still such a strong presence of whites in control there), the norther regions are amazing and vibrant and Afrikan and has the most potential of teaching the younger generation to remove themselves from the church and discover their pride and truth of their traditional culture. One of my nephews even told us that Afrikaans was the only subject in school he failed (I was secretly a little proud that his heart was so strong in our tradition and he unconsciously rejected that language).

We are now educating ourselves through people like Nana Kambon and other modern freedom fighters and look to seriously repatriate out of Canada and back to Afrika and take our knowledge and talents back home to help our homeland. Financial advisory, economics/agriculture, gymnastics/sport development, art, animation and design, community development and many other things are all skills that my brothers and I have collectively been able to cultivate in our lives and it’s time to bring it and ourselves back home where we belong and are welcomed! ✊🏿

My “Ghanamibian” Afrikan names Táwia and Kafute both indicate one who follows twins (my brothers) in Akan and Oshiwambo/Oshikwanyama respectively.