A few years ago, I wrote poetic piece o’ conjure for Gerald Jenkins’ photo-novel It’s After The End Of The World.
I didn’t know him when Darius James asked me to submit work for the book. I quickly learned he was WHITE. Ruh-roh, I thought as I read the description of the book.
However, the universe knew best; my maternal grandfather’s name was Jenkins — how could that have been a coincidence? Then I took a look at his photos — and felt like I had received a download from the Omniverse that had the undeniable stamp of afroQuantum ALL. OVER IT.
And it was truly a fierce display of the Black Goddess throughout the book (more on Her later). Whoever this white boy was, he’d had a healthy injection of the aQ … (hey – that’s new. I just did that. I just shortened that, did you see that? The aQ. Am I proud of myself? I think so. I’m obnoxious aren’t I. lol)
A while later Gerald asked me to write a piece to go along with his submission of photos from the book to a British fashion and culture magazine – they wanted something on Afrofuturism. Yikes. That term… never really liked it or understood it… but okay. It’s catchy! Still… I liked my term better.