A Black Girl's Guide to a Man From the Bush
Brown sun-kissed skin. Tall. He towers above her. His stance reminiscent of a Maasai’s on Kenya’s savanna. But no warrior or oxen milk drinker is he.
“Love for a Moment,” a plant he loves back, shacks up in the village feeling no shame in populating this oasis in the tropics. The man from the bush revels in sharing his beloved botanical beauty with the awestruck Black Girl, whose walk through the bush reaps scattered ripe orange mangoes—the juicy, fibrous variety, when eaten at sunset, requires a napkin or two to wipe all that dribbling sweet goodness.
Nighttime—in the land of the man from the bush—bares its soul across the sky, where shooting stars dance and flash, crisscrossing the Universe. It’s a cosmic procession of life stage right, stage left, down center.
“What is the cosmic procession of life?” the Black Girl asks the man from the bush.
As cool and groovy as a laid-back, chillin’ brother can be, he said, “It’s an energy that you receive. It’s not a piece of thing or stuff you put on a blackboard. It’s an energy that gives you the privilege to act on that which is necessary to preserve your life. That is the connection. What is it? Well, I have to use some English words, right? Well, there aren’t any English words to describe that because life was here long before there was an English word. So we can’t use an English word to describe that. So how did we get the message? There again, the same way the eagle got its message to make a nest, the cosmic arrangement of things, from the vibration.”
“What more can the man from the bush tell me about the cosmos?” she wondered.
As if reading her mind he said, “What is the need for the cosmic way of life? It is needed because we are a product of this thing called life procession—the Earth. We are a product of such.”
Man from the bush, Alfredo Bowman Sr., better known as Dr. Sebi,
grandson of Mama Hay, we celebrate the 90th anniversary of your birth.
Pray tell, what is your next phase?
November 26, 1933
August 6, 2016