Kente
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chief and his sons perfected a pro
cess for obtaining silk from a spi
der Silk w as used to weave subse
quent kente cloths. The use of silk
in the weaving process resulted in
the emergence of the kente cloth as
an art form with many intricate
patterns and designs.
Hat h design was considered to
be as d ist i net i ve as a sc rvice ma rk i n
that it provided information as to
the clan, social status, sex and even
emotional state of the wearer.
The kente cloth was originally
woven in secret by weavers con
trolled directly by the king. How
ever, the uniqueness of the kente
cloth lies not only in the method ol
its creation, out also in the manner
in which it is worn and the regal
dignity t hat it conveyson the wearer.
The rich colors of the kente cloth
are rooted in a philosophy with
deep abstract and spiritual values.
The domination of black in a kente
cloth signifies old age and a sense
of history. Green represents fertil
ity, vitality and the primeness of
maturity. Blue is the color of love,
fcmaletendernessandserenity.The
color red has emotional signifi
cance ranging from sadness occa
sioned by the death of a close
relative to the celebration of the
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Sherman Robertson ^0/v
onsetot ayounggirt s puberty. Keel
is also the color of the warrior.
Color groupings each have their
own meaning. For example, red
when combined with yellow in the
kente cloth is symbolic of the power
of life. A green and white combina
tion represents a bountiful harvest.
(These color combinations should
not be confused with the well
known colors of African-American
liberation. These are the black, red,
green and yellow combination in
which the black represents the col
lective body of African Americans,
rea the Dlood that they have shea,
green, Africa, the land of their heri
tage and yellow, the gold that was
stolen from African people.
The richness of the history and
meaning of the kente cloth is a
testimonial to the greatness of an
African culture. Thus, it is a fitting
tribute for African Americans to
don the kente cloth to celebrate
their heritage and to be touched by
the spirits of their ancestors.
Sherman Robertson is a non-traditional
student, an anthropology major and a
Diversions contributor.
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Emergency love system warning:
move on at end of relationship
Actions rise to surface, revealing lies
Slop. This is only a lest. Il is a
lest of ihc emergency love system.
This is only a test — beep, beep,
beep. In the event of an actual
emergency, you arc instructed to
proceed with doing the following
i things:
1. Remove him/her from your
life
2. Remove him/her from your
life, or just
3. Remove him/her from your
life
Do not allow your feelings to be
dealt with like a stack of cards.
Take from this devastating rela
tionship wisdom and proceed with
the next one. It has been advised
that you take off as much time as
you need to deal with the circum
stances to follow, but you will be
able to move on. You did it before
vou met this oerson and vou will
continue to be able to do it long
after this person is out of your life.
You just have to lake it one day at
a lime —r after all, that was how
you look things when you were in
this relationship, and this is how
you can take things exiting it.
As 1 rolled over this morning, 1
noticed you were no longer there.
You had taken the embers of our
loveand threw them into the flames
of despair. You had taken my love
and used it for what it was worth,
which according to your calcula
tions amounted to absolutely noth
ing.
For thou hastcmbraccd the arms
of another woman. Why hast thou
forsaken me? I gave you the world
and only asked from you a city. But
you chose lo give me a small,
deserted town.
You left me for another. Why?
I found myself asking that elud
ing question lime after time. And I
have yet to find the answer. Was I
too ambitious — too aggressive,
perhaps? Was it indeed I who drove
you into the wretched arms of an
other woman? Wei I, I beg to di ffer.
It was not I who drove you, but it
was your egotistic male dom inancc
that drove you. And it was the
thing that has guided so many men
into the arms of another woman.
Yes, my dear, it was not me. It was
your baby, your junior, your d- -!
Yes, what I feel is true bitter
ness, but I have come to the real
ization that as a man, it is your duty
lo conquer as many hearts as al
lowed in your lifetime. Prior to me,
you were very consistent and accu
rate in remembering all of the la
dies you slept with. But while with
me and in the midst of your calcu
lations, you forgot to mention the
one woman who destroyed us—or
did you forget?
I will ndver be able to under
stand why , but I am not cold-hearted
enough not to forgive. I just need a
little lime logctovcr that lump you
placed in my throat and the knife
that pierces my back every now
and then.
I could never understand why
you left me, a person that tried to
be all to you, pass through your
life. For I am unique, and if you
haven’t found that out by now, you
will never be able lo find another
me. The women after me may be
less than w hat I offered you—they
may have more to offer, but you
will never find another like me,
because I am one of a kind.
You told me you loved me and
only me, but your actions spoke for
themselves. You chose to take the
life of a paper plate over that of
imported china. But yet and still, it
was not for me lo question your
actions, but for you to question
them yourself.
Tell me my lost love, how long
did you think that you could carry
on this affair without me finding
out? Didn’t you realize wrongdo
ings eventually come to surface
just like a dead body thrown to sea?
I must admit, you shocked me with
your warped behavior. I thought
you had more class. But I loo was
ki/nn/\ti'#A/l ku t/Aiir Iai/A
.vr..v.^. J
Yes, my dear, you were my for
ever, but it looks like I was only
your day by day.
It seems to me that you were
blinded by the cleverness pf the
dragon and you allowed her smoke
to invade our love. 1 was true to
you, but.you buried my love for you
and fertilized it with lies; lies that
grew, and the same lies fthat de
stroyed you and I.
Unda Kay Morgan Is a Junior broad
casting major who says, although
this story is Action, it is reality to
many, and if you have a good per
son, don’t let them slip through your
Angers.
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