It seems to me that the quest for harmony — social, emotional, intellectual, physical and spiritual — shapes most of human endeavours, even if, it must be said, we often fail, and achieve not harmony, but discord.
What are the prerequisites for harmony?
Well, for me, they include:
The beach at sunset — a receding tide, glowing clouds, and a big extended family having fun together, what more could you ask for?
The first time I visited the family farms in Ghana, DadaK pointed out that the boundaries of each farm were defined by plants of a different colour to the surrounding vegetation. I can’t remember exactly what they were like, but I remember they had variegated leaves, something like this:
Plants may be used to define boundaries, but they can’t be contained by them. Continue reading →
Connected to the computer, but also to each other. On a recent visit to the African side of the family, my son (AM) showed some of his siblings what you can do with basic coding.
What you can’t see in this pic, is AM’s dad (DadaK) on the other side of the table, eating his lunch and listening attentively to AM’s explanation of why coding is important, how fundamental it is to modern society, how it connects people in more ways than we can even imagine. Continue reading →
In her Boyer Lectures, Marcia Langton points out that many white Australians haven’t really got to grips with the reality that Aboriginal people can be middle class. Instead they cling to a particular stereotype of Australia’s Indigenous population: very dark skinned, very poor and in need of help, either living isolated from modern society in remote areas, or begging on urban streets.
It’s a convenient stereotype, because it enables non-Aboriginal Australians to continue acting in racist and paternalistic ways towards Indigenous people, including denying them the right to self-determination and identity. Continue reading →
When the children come to visit, my home is a blur of activity. It’s non-stop motion from start to finish.
One rainy Saturday some of my son’s siblings came over along with a family friend, Solo, who kind of counts as a sibling too.
We danced, played board games and baked a chocolate cake.
Sorry, no dancing pix, it was so spontaneous it would have spoiled the moment to get out a camera.
Abrantie grabbed a metal stool as soon as he walked in, sat down on the beanbag, and started drumming. The rest of us responded with a whole reality show style dance battle — with African and hip hop moves. Some days I have sooo much fun with my bicultural family!
AM could stay afloat before he ever had a formal swimming lesson.
I woke from a terrible dream one day last week.
I was walking on a bridge over a deep canal with a small girl, the daughter of Ghanaian friends. I was thinking how confident and grown up she had become, when suddenly, she jumped off the bridge and into the canal. Continue reading →