When I grow up, I wanna be an Afro-futurist

The future is here already – it’s just not evenly distributed.

That's a mother of a ship

So wrote William Gibson. And he’s right. I’m continuing to find out more about afro-futurism – realising that I’ve been one all along.

It’s all adding up: my love for Star Wars, Close Encounters, ET (not Star Trek the Motion Picture, too boring), Alien, Galaxy Quest.

My belief that one day, They will visit from another dimension and show us that we’re all one in a universal love-fest.

My appreciation of this photo-essay inspired by Zambia’s forgotten space-programme.

When the ships land, I want them to take me. Take me for their experiments. I’d like to be strapped in alongside George Clinton and P-Funk on their mission as “certified Afronauts, capable of funkitizing galaxies”.

Hoping to help me go orbital, my pal pointed me towards Citizens In Space. Looks like I have to become a teacher before applying, but it’s a start.

I’m starting with a reading list. I’ll be targeting feminist science fiction and post-life philosophy as my holiday-in-space reading. I’ve just put down The Handmaid’s Tale, and I’m looking to pick up David Eagleman’s Sum. Plus I get daily Notes from the Universe to help me visualise a bigger, brighter afro-future. When I’ll be making infinite techno-gospel of course…

See you on the other side. Of the wormhole.

 

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