{"id":1719,"date":"2021-01-23T11:39:57","date_gmt":"2021-01-23T10:39:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.convivialthinking.org\/?p=1719"},"modified":"2021-01-23T11:49:09","modified_gmt":"2021-01-23T10:49:09","slug":"from-decolonising-the-self-to-coming-to-voice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/convivialthinking.org\/index.php\/2021\/01\/23\/from-decolonising-the-self-to-coming-to-voice\/","title":{"rendered":"From Decolonising the Self to Coming to Voice"},"content":{"rendered":"

by Zuleika Bibi Sheik<\/em><\/p>\n

Of the myriad calls for decolonising\u2014the university, the museum, the curriculum, the mind, and so on\u2014few have given attention to decolonising the self[1]<\/a>. In my\/our process of decolonising the self, poetry[2]<\/a> has been pivotal in giving name to the nameless, which is dreamed but not yet realised (Lorde 2007, 73). As a black woman\/woman of colour, following the pen strokes of Audre Lorde (2007) and Gloria Anzald\u00faa (1987), who put flesh back into words, poetry is a necessity in decolonising and reconstituting the self. In what follows, I hope to walk with the reader on this path of realising my colonised self, decolonising it through the emergence of the plural self, and the eventual reconstituting of self as a coming to voice (Lorde 2007, 79\u201386).<\/p>\n

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For those of us seeking higher education as former colonised beings, we enter the academy as both the researcher and the researched. There is a pressure to present ourselves either as a traditional representative of an entire region or ethnicity, or as an assimilated \u201cmodern\u201d researcher, with the dichotomy never being questioned. Yet this fragmenting of the self points directly to the limitation of the individual subjective \u201cI\u201d. In The Universal Machine, <\/em>Fred Moten (2018, ix) challenges us to contemplate the exhaustion of phenomenology due to its clinginess and servitude to the individual, an inherent assumption within phenomenology that \u201crenders no-thingness unavailable and unavowable\u201d (2018, ix). What Moten alludes to here is the absence of space within phenomenology for us to claim our humanity. In other words, a self that seeks individuality through subjective representation remains colonised and any \u201cdecolonising\u201d aims are cancelled out by the individual\u2019s obedience to modernity\/coloniality (cf. Quijano 2007).<\/p>\n

Decolonising the self, then, requires grappling with what is left after we strip away the years, accolades and achievements bestowed upon us by indoctrinated formal schooling and learning how to speak from and beyond the colonial wound as an act of collective healing and what it means to live-think-be and do decolonial feminist work. It asks us to reimagine ourselves in relation, invoking within us the connection to ourselves, our ancestors, the land, our bodies and others, so that the knowledge that is inherent and deep within us may be cultivated. It asks, when we peel away the layers of scar tissue necrotised at the colonial wound through \u201cepistemological deep listening\u201d and heal all that has been erased, denied, shamed, negated and exiled, what emerges?<\/p>\n

IqhawekaziRani <\/strong><\/p>\n

I am not a daughter of this soil<\/p>\n

It is my adopted home<\/p>\n

A home that cradles my orphaned soul<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You say, I am not African<\/p>\n

I am African<\/p>\n

I am African in my heartbeat<\/p>\n

I am African in my compassion<\/p>\n

I am African in my generosity<\/p>\n

I am African in my determination<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It is the only reality I know<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You say, I am not Indian<\/p>\n

I am Indian<\/p>\n

I am Indian in my breath<\/p>\n

I am Indian in my kindness<\/p>\n

I am Indian in my courageousness<\/p>\n

I am Indian in my resilience<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It is the only existence I know<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am a daughter of two Mothers<\/p>\n

I cried for Umama waseNdiya[3]<\/strong><\/a><\/em>, as I was held by Am’m\u0101 \u0101ppirikk\u0101[4]<\/strong><\/a> <\/em><\/p>\n

Do not ask me to choose!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Both have raised me<\/p>\n

one breast feeding my fire<\/p>\n

one breast feeding my spirit<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My feet move to the rhythm of your drums<\/p>\n

one foot following the tabla<\/p>\n

one foot following the isigubhu <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It hurts Am’m\u0101 \u0101ppirikk\u0101 <\/em><\/p>\n

It hurts Umama waseNdiya <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My tears fall at your feet<\/p>\n

You catch me as they fall<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My child, your heart beats with the rhythm of Am’m\u0101 \u0101ppirikk\u0101 <\/em><\/p>\n

My child, your breath moves with the harmony of Umama waseNdiya <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My child, your body is Indian<\/p>\n

My child, your being is African<\/p>\n

Moving in perfect synchronicity<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Rise Qhawekazi[5]<\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

Rise Rani[6]<\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Rise, so you can raise others<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In my\/our process of decolonising the self, echoing Fred Moten\u2019s (2018) dictum, I consent not to be a single being<\/em>. In foregrounding the privilege inherent in the choice of positioning ourselves as black women or women of colour, I\/we acknowledge the \u201cscales in the intensity of colonial wounds\u201d (Mignolo and Walsh 2018, 125). As a third-generation South African woman of Indian ancestry, whose caste oppression was dropped to the depths of the kala pani <\/em>(black waters), only to be picked up as hoes and machetes in the sugar plantations of British Natal, followed by white domination, brutality and dehumanisation known as apartheid, I\/we consent not to be a single being. As the first generation to attend university, first in KwaZulu-Natal and currently at a northern-European institution, and the first woman from a lineage largely erased to be in the privileged position of being able to write ourselves into history, I\/we consent not to be a single being, because our fates are inextricably tied. My dear black women and women of colour mothers, sisters and daughters, don\u2019t you see, to not be in solidarity is to \u201csit on the same throne we have been forced to kneel before \u2026 [to] meet the crooked standards of excellence of the [baas<\/em>, master, sahib, memsahib<\/em>] conquistadores and slave holders \u2026 still in the grip of imperial thinking \u2026 [which] always sacrifices someone to imperial dreams\u201d (Morales Levins 1998, 39).<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Voice<\/strong><\/p>\n

Who are we when we are not spoken for<\/p>\n

spoken of<\/p>\n

spoken over<\/p>\n

when we are not given a voice<\/p>\n

not given a platform to amplify our voice<\/p>\n

not given the volume control of our voice<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Who are we when we find ourself hypervisibilised<\/p>\n

invisibilised<\/p>\n

represented<\/p>\n

erased<\/p>\n

What sounds have been muted in the depths of our colonial wound<\/p>\n

A cacophony of visceral screams<\/p>\n

filling our mouths<\/p>\n

swallowed<\/p>\n

stuck in our throats<\/p>\n

swallowed<\/p>\n

wrenching our guts<\/p>\n

carried<\/p>\n

womb to womb<\/p>\n

grandmother to mother<\/p>\n

mother to daughter<\/p>\n

Our scream<\/p>\n

is the sound of your first breath<\/p>\n

is the sound of birth<\/p>\n

of life itself<\/p>\n

of thunder rolling<\/p>\n

of wind howling<\/p>\n

of waves crashing<\/p>\n

of night turning to day<\/p>\n

of sun rising<\/p>\n

of clouds moving<\/p>\n

of flowers blooming<\/p>\n

of leaves falling<\/p>\n

of day turning to night<\/p>\n

of stars shining<\/p>\n

of moon waxing and waning<\/p>\n

This is the sound of our voice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

This piece was first published in the journal Education as Change https:\/\/doi.org\/10.25159\/1947-9417\/8841 | https:\/\/upjournals.co.za\/index.php\/EAC ISSN 1947-9417 (Online) Volume 24 | 2020\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We thank for the kind permission to reproduce it here.<\/p>\n

Zuleika Bibi Sheik<\/strong> is a poet, writer, yogi, activist, teacher and PhD candidate at the International Institute of Social Studies (ISS), Erasmus University Rotterdam. As a third-generation South African woman of Indian descent, through the British colonial system of indentured labour, and the first generation to attend university, she has, through her work, questioned the legitimacy and claim of the university as the sole producer of knowledge. Her poetry, short stories and academic writing are positioned in the liminal space where decolonial thought meets Black\/Dalit\/Chicana feminisms. In her PhD research she refuses the \u201cmasters\u2019 tools\u201d, which have been complicit in her\/our own dehumanisation, opting to collectively cultivate epistemic non-violent methods with other women of colour in the Netherlands instead. Through her work she attempts to transcend identity politics by focusing on onto-epistemological justice and collective resistance and liberation.<\/p>\n

[1]<\/a> This project is inspired by Ng\u0169g\u0129 wa Thiongo\u2019s iconic project of \u201cdecolonising the mind\u201d (Ng\u0169g\u0129 1986).<\/p>\n

[2]<\/a> The poetry referred to here is the \u201crevelatory distillation of experience, not the sterile word play that, too often, the white fathers distorted the word poetry to mean\u2014in order to cover a desperate wish for imagination without insight\u201d (Lorde 2007, 73).<\/p>\n

[3]<\/a> Umama WaseNdiya<\/em>\u2014Mother India in isiZulu.<\/p>\n

[4]<\/a> Am’m\u0101 \u0101ppirikk\u0101<\/em>\u2014Mama Africa in Tamil.<\/p>\n

[5]<\/a> Qhawekazi <\/em>in isiZulu refers to a queen and heroine who fights for her being and her people.<\/p>\n

[6]<\/a> Rani\u2014<\/em>Queen in Tamil.<\/p>\n

References<\/strong><\/p>\n

Anzald\u00faa, Gloria. 1987. Borderlands\/La Frontera: The New Mestiza. <\/em>San Francisco: Aunt Lute Books.<\/p>\n

Lorde, Audre. 2007. Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches<\/em>. Berkley, CA: Crossing Press.<\/p>\n

Mignolo, Walter, and Catherine Walsh. 2018. On Decoloniality: Concepts, Analytics, Praxis<\/em>. Durham, NC: Duke University Press. https:\/\/doi.org\/10.1215\/9780822371779.<\/p>\n

Morales Levins, Aurora. 1998. Medicine Stories: History, Culture, and the Politics of Integrity. <\/em>Boston, MA: South End Press.<\/p>\n

Moten, Fred. 2018. The Universal Machine<\/em>. Vol. 3. Durham, NC: Duke University Press. https:\/\/doi.org\/10.1215\/9780822371977.<\/p>\n

Ng\u0169g\u0129 wa Thiong\u2019o. 1986. Decolonising the Mind: The Politics of Language in African Literature. <\/em>London: James Currey.<\/p>\n

Quijano, An\u00edbal. 2007. \u201cColoniality and Modernity\/Rationality\u201d. Cultural Studies <\/em>21 (2\u20133): 168\u201378. https:\/\/doi.org\/10.1080\/09502380601164353.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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