What Is A Jungle?

A Barbarian man meets a Yoruba woman and quickly tension escalates on one side. He calls her primitive. She does not respond; she does not retort. The Yoruba woman walks away calmly, and comely.

So I rushed after the Yoruba woman; I approached the Yoruba woman and I asked her why she left, why she failed to “fight” back? Why she didn’t offer the Barbarian man a strong, directed retort?

The Yoruba woman — a beautiful, well-built specimen of unparalleled pulchritudinousness — regaled me with her stunning brown eyes, curly black her and bold lips: “Narmer, you know what a Barbarian calls the Sacred Forests of Abeokuta?”

I was stupefied by the question. Yet, I still indulged the Yoruba woman. Who wouldn’t? I obliged, and I shook my head, slowly, from left to right, while my eyes were transfixed on the rings of her long neck.

A ringed-long neck on a woman is a thing among Ewe men. Since I grew up with many Ewe men, I have become accustomed to being affected in all kinds of ways by a woman with a ringed-long neck. The Ewe men I knew called the mark, “Norveda,” which actually translates as a “woman as elegant as a giraffe.”

(“Sorveda” is a giraffe. And “Nyornu” is a woman.)

Now, spare Ewe men — especially the ones I knew, and the ones who taught me many things about dating, about manhood, about masculinity and such, please spare — them their peculiar tastes, if Norveda is actually not your thing. Spare me this moment and let me make a quick point.

As a shook my head, slowly, from right to left, and back to right again and again, and as the Yoruba woman studied the movement of my head as if she was recording the times of oscillation of a pendulum in a Physics Laboratory, she asked me again: “Narmer, do you know what Barbarians call the Sacred Forests of Abeokuta?”

Finally, I managed to overcome my stupor (which was derived strictly from being in the presence of a woman I have been conditioned to treat as a Goddess). I managed to gather my nerves and finally responded: “No, my Sistar, I don’t know what Barbarians call the Sacred Forests of Abeokuta.”

She smiled, raising only one cheek: “Narmer. They call it de Jungle.”

Years later, that conversation stuck with me. People project. When Barbarians see a Sacred Forest in Africa, where Balance exists, where Ma’at rules, and where everything is working ticking beautifully according to its own rhythm, the Barbarians call it a Jungle. A mess. Wild, Risky. Dangerous.

The Barbarian is however only Projecting. He is projecting unto the Beautiful Sacred Forest, his own Barbarity. His is projecting unto the fine elegance of nature, his Barbarism. His violence. His inhumanity!

You know why Barbarians referred to Africa, to Africans, for so long as “Primitive”? They were projecting unto Africa, and unto Africans, unto Black people, their own Western European inhumanity. The Barbarians were projecting, and are still projecting unto Africa and unto Africans/Black People, their Barbarism. Their Violence. Their own Incivility.

Remain as comely as your Ancestors have been!

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Amenuti Narmer
~ Success is a horrible teacher. It seduces the ignorant into thinking that he can’t lose. It seduces the intellectual into thinking that he must win. Success corrupts; Only usefulness exalts. ~ WP. Narmer Amenuti (which names translate: Dances With Lions), was born by The River, deep within the heartlands of Ghana, in Ntoaboma. He is a public intellectual from the Sankoré School of Critical Theory, where he trained and was awarded the highest degree of Warrior Philosopher at the Temple of Narmer. As a Culture Critic and a Guan Rhythmmaker, he is a dilettante, a dissident and a gadfly, and he eschews promotional intellectualism. He maintains strict anonymity and invites intellectuals and lay people alike to honest debate. He reads every comment. If you find his essays delightful, and you want to support the creation of more content like this, find Narmer's information below: CashApp: $Narmer3100

1 COMMENT

  1. Spoken like a true psychoanalysis. Those who refuse to look at themselves truthfully in the mirror will always project onto the next man what they see in themselves.

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