Porta del non ritorno – Goree – Senegal


31 May 2017

Slavery-TodayEACH ONE TEACH ONE is an African-American proverb that dates back to the time of slavery, when black people were not allowed to study and they helped each other, sharing valuable fundamentals or the rudiments of literacy.

For some months now, I have been spending a lot of time with some young migrants and it has reversed my perspective, the meaning of many experiences and part of my knowledge.

Yesterday A. (18 years old, Mali) was thinking out loud: here in Europe nobody gives us any advice, we don’t have our “great ones”/”old ones”, we’ve got to help each other all by ourselves.

O. (23 years old, Ivory Coast) calls me mom because for him i’m one of the most important persons he met in 10 months since his arrival in Italy. For F. (17 years old, Mali) i’m koromousso - the older sister.

Y. (20 years old, Ivory Coast) dresses like a rapper but talks like a wise old man, dispensing proverbs and life maxims.

They left home when they were little more than children for what they called the adventure, a journey that took away ¼ of their life, it gave them nightmares and left them scars, it taught them things a teenager shouldn’t normally learn.

They make fun of themselves: we risked our lives so many times in the last few years and here we don’t even dare to ask a girl for her phone number. They are heroes. They are men. They are children.

“The different music genres that our people created over time – hip hop, spiritual, jazz, blues, soul – are the expression of Black identity and had a strong impact on American and global society. These forms of artistic expressions were crucial to hold on and survive oppression and racism at different moments in history (…) Cornel West states that, to understand African-American culture, you need to consider two key elements: pain and creativity. Creativity leads to forms of resistance, pain on the other hand is the space of identity where concrete acts of resistance take place.” Greg Tate interview – Bigger than Hip Hop,


Photo credits Silvia Aresca – “Jam Alloko Attieke” c/o Centro Culturale Mojud

I started my artistic, ethnographic and anthropologic African studies to understand the roots of hip hop and vernacular dances.

I recently thought they qualified me as a bridge to “prepare” the European for a historically necessary openness. Today I find myself teaching these young people how not to lose their history. When they left their country they were too young to know many things about its culture. A. already lost his parents’ language along the way, he remembers some traditions, but he doesn’t know their rhythm, their dances, their protagonists, he doesn’t know how to cook their typical dishes, he has been missing those flavors from home for years.

A. teaches me Bambara, sometimes I feel like I am the memory of his heritage – I play wolossodon and korodouga, I listen to Manu Dibango and Cheick Tidiane Seck, I tell him about ethnicities, castes, peoples, history. We compare Dogon and Sardinian traditional masks.


You broaden your thinking and everything becomes debatable.

What is upbringing? Education? Knowledge?

I’m going on a beautiful journey with them, I see my country through their eyes, I see its limits, its contradictions, but also the traditions we have in common, I see its potential and a restlessness that will hopefully lead to a new society.

E si bé san djolila? How old are you?
But also: E bé sanji djolila?
Sanji, rain, water from the sky that fertilizes the soil and gives new life.
I wonder when we stopped having a cyclic concept of time and started conceiving it as linear, always projected towards the future or dragging our past along.
I wonder when we stopped saying Quante primavere hai? (How many Springs old are you?). Maybe when we changed from a rural to urban society?


Sunset on Genova

N’sigilimbé Genova là.
I live in Genoa
Or rather, I sit here. Sigy – to sit.
It matches my personality better because I perceive my life as an ongoing transhumance, nomadism that every once in a while stops and rests, it sits here, in a place where I don’t belong but that is home too.
And when I’m here, the people I meet take me on a journey through their eyes.
My home is the earth beneath my feet. May this be true also for everyone who arrives here, so that they never have to feel like a foreigner.


“Everyone is a teacher. Through speech, personal character, clothing, achievements, validations, reputation, and other socially defining symbols of status we are all teaching each other in a variety of ways. Some people are aware that they are inspiring and teaching others. However, most people go through life unconscious of their influence upon others.  Every little thing that we do publicly influences, inspires and teaches in some way those who may be observing what we are doing”
“The Gospel of Hip Hop” (Krs one)

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