1. Željko Kipke

2. Chinua Achebe, ‘Refugee Mother and Child’
No Madonna and Child could touch that picture of a mother's tenderness for a son she soon would have to forget. The air was heavy with odours of diarrhoea of unwashed children with washed-out ribs and dried-up bottoms struggling in laboured steps behind blown empty bellies. Most
mothers there had long ceased to care but not this one; she held a ghost smile between her teeth and in her eyes the ghost of a mother's pride as she combed the rust-coloured hair left on his skull and then -

3. Chinua Achebe, ‘Refugee Mother and Child’
singing in her eyes - began carefully to part it… In another life this would have been a little daily act of no consequence before his breakfast and school; now she did it like putting flowers on a tiny grave. 

4. Noemia De Sousa, ‘If you want to know me’
This is what I am empty sockets despairing of possessing of life a mouth torn open in an anguished wound... a body tattooed with wounds seen and unseen from the harsh whipstrokes of slavery tortured and magnificent proud and mysterious Africa from head to foot This is what I am. 

5. ‘The dream of equality, of rights, is the disguised wish for hierarchy
‘The dream of equality, of rights, is the disguised wish for hierarchy. The prayer for equal rights is the disguised desire for slavery.’
– Anthony Farley, ‘Perfecting Slavery’
Emanicpation, in this view, is a desire bound to the dream of equality, a palliative, an opiate of teh enslaved masses, that wards against the true thought of freedom and the destruction of the terms of order of a global system of slavery it requires.
– Jared Sexton, Black Masculinity and the Cinema of Policing
Only the promise of liberation, only the promise of liberation!
- Cedric Robinson, Black Marxism