ROOTS

When I was an undergrad, I had an assignment for an Anthropology course that asked me to contemplate and reflect deeply on the word "ROOT(S)"  and write my thoughts.  That was all to the assignment.  It was quite a stimulating exercise and I would like to ask you to take a few moments and do the same.   What comes to mind?

I immediately started paying keen attention to myself and those around me listening out for the way we make use of the word in everyday speech and music.  One evening as I sat down to dinner which happened to be a baked potato and some steamed carrots I became very aware that I was consuming the ROOT of a plant.   I mentally embarked on a vivid visualization of the germination process and the thoughts began to flow.

ROOT(s) as a Support SystemMy mind went back to a grade one science experiment in which we placed a bean in a glass jar with moist toilet paper so that we could watch it grow.   That was the true beginning of my fascination with life.  I noticed then that that when a plant germinates, the root emerges first.  As I progressed through school I learnt further that it is also the most essential organ of the plant that attaches it to the earth and is responsible for the absorption of nutrients and water and for anchoring and supporting the plant; that roots come in many different varieties, shapes and sizes; there are even some that are edible! As I got older I started realizing how intrigued I was by nature and plants in particular.

Then I had a revelation.  We all love the beauty of plants with their lush green foliage and colorful and scented flora or vegetation but we hardly ever give credit to the role that the root plays in that beauty. I started to wonder how many people ever have a thought about how strong and healthy the roots of the plant must be before it can produce such beauty? The root is considered dirty and not the prettiest sight and we often times prefer to handle the other parts of the plant, even when the root is actually what we are going to eat to ensure our survival! I began to notice that in our active discrimination of the root of the plant we fail to realize that root shares similarities with the foundation of a house, it is the support system of the structure. And because it has the potential to grow and expand in depth and breath, the deeper and wider the root, the more grounded the plant and the more difficult it is to uproot.  If the branches or even the entire trunk of a plant is destroyed, as long as the root is safely intact, the plant grows and blooms again even more beautiful than before.  I reason that a plant is very difficult to completely destroy without first destroying its root.  It's no wonder then why most roots grow underground (especially the edible ones that directly sustains the life of our species), where they are protected from the forces of the elements.

ROOT(S) as an Origin or Starting Place

In my never ending search for truth and enlightenment, I ask my self regularly the popular yet greatly undervalued “Who am I?” question.  I have always found that for me, I am not able to do justice to or feel contented with my answers without an awareness or understanding of and appreciation for my past, my heritage, and my people. The "Who am I?" question always lead me to series of other mind boggling question such as  where did I come from?  That's easy. I know my parents.  But where did they come from? And their parents? Where did we originate as a human race? Where are our beginnings?

I have heard many stories and beliefs as it relates to this topic.  One school of thought suggests that we are the product of creation by a Superior Being who placed us in the Garden of Eden, while another claims that we evolved over many centuries from earlier life forms to what we are now.   Both theories leave many unanswered questions in inquisitive minds like mine.  Where then is the Garden of Eden in which the first “created” man was placed?  This question has caused much debate among scholars many of whom prefer to explain Eden as anywhere on the globe other than Africa.  Since the exact location of Eden cannot be conclusively determined through scientific research nor by evidence presented in the Holy Bible or any other religious texts for that matter, I prefer to approach that theory with caution.  As it regards Evolution, the earliest fossils that suggest the existence of human life as we know it on this planet were found on the continent of Africa.  More current scientific research on the issue of heredity and genes and there origins and distribution through out the planet suggests convincingly that there is more variation in genetic differences in East Africa than anywhere else in the world inferring that Africa more than likely housed the original pool of genetic material that is responsible for the evolution of mankind (Nature Journal, 2008). For me, the word Roots represents my beginnings and the beginning of the human race.  The word Roots is what attaches me emotionally to the place where my ancestors lived for a long time.  That place is Africa. (I got goosebumps as I typed this.)

Below are some more common uses of the word I came up with in picture.  Can you think of anymore?

As a Cause of a problem, situation or phenomena.

The Root of all EvilGet to the root of the matter
Root words

 Used to express a desire to ‘get the rid of’ or to ‘destroy’ something or someone.  Root out the weeds from the garden so that they do not grow back
Root up the tree;  Salt in the root of the tree will kill it;I am so pissed right now that all I want to do is root her up!

Used statistically to explain a number in relation to another number which it produces when multiplied by itself once or a specific number of times. 

For instance, the square root and the Cube root.

Used to show active support or to illustrate deep and firm adherence to a notion or idea such as when I say:

 I am rooting for you.My believes are deeply rooted.

 In reference to anything that makes me feel emotionally or psychologically closer to my African heritage such as my hair and my skin: 

No, you may not touch my roots (hair).

I refuse to chemically alter my roots to please anybody or to conform to Western cultural norms which consciously and subconsciously embraces the concept of black inferiority and white superiority.

Used in popular adages. 

As a Jamaican aphrodisiac drink made from boiling the roots of certain plants.  

Can you think of anything else?  Leave me a comment, I would love to hear what the word "Roots" means to you.

In a follow-up post I will explore the word roots as it relates to heritage and culture and try to explain how my 'roots' keep me grounded as a new immigrant trying to navigate the American/NYC way of life.

Thanks for reading and sharing.

Nuff Love,
Zara Nuru

Strength, Beauty and Resilience...Life is in full bloom!

This morning I went outside to water my small container garden. I was pleasantly surprised that my rose bush was in bloom!



I am very fond of the plants in my garden.  But this rose-bush is particularly special to me.  Like all my other plants, it has a story.  It was bought as decoration for the family's barbecue in celebration of Tshara's graduation from Scarsdale High School in June.  It was a small pot with about 6 dwarf Canadian rose bushes in full bloom in a heavenly yellow hue.  The day it came, I took a long moment just admiring its beauty as the center piece on the dinning room table.  I had to touch it to make sure it was real. Then weeks later, I went outside to have a telephone conversation on the back deck and there it was - wilted and dry - and put outside to die.  My heart bled.  I really have a hard time watching living things die unnecessarily, so I gathered up the pot and did a thorough inspection.  There wasn't a drop of moisture in the soil and only a total of about 5 leaves were on the plants. That was enough for me to decide that at least one of the bushes could be saved.

 
I carried it to my garden and introduced it to the other healthy plants hoping that it would be inspired to stay alive.  I placed it amongst them and watered it religiously every morning.  I spoke words of encouragement to it daily and added fertilizer to its water.  Then slowly, but surely I started seeing baby leaves emerging on 2 of the stalks that were left.  I was overwhelmed!  Then to my dismay they fell off again.  I continued to shower them with love and I was pleasantly rewarded again with another set of foliage.  This time the growth was continuous and steady and it once again bestowed its beauty upon me this time with a brand new yellow flower.

I also discovered today that my okra and tomato plants are in bloom as well.  Life is in Bloom! I realized how much I revered these plants  for their simple knowledge of their purpose. They know that their sole purpose is to produce flowers and fruits for the world.  They do not ponder or worry about how the world uses their produce.  They just provide it.  No matter where or in whose garden they find themselves, as long as they are alive and healthy, we are sure to receive their gifts.

 

Like the rose bush, the forces of nature have come together time and time again to ensure that I stay alive and well.  Every day I experience intense feelings of gratitude and wonder that bring me to tears. Very frequently in the most inappropriate places like on buses, trains, taxis, standing in line at the pharmacy or at a doctors appointment I would just start crying.  Not out pain or sorrow, but a joy and peace so deep and powerful whenever I remember what I have overcome or when I recognize that my journey, as long and tiresome as it feels, it is only just beginning.  And I guess you can imagine that I have a difficult time trying to convince unsuspecting by-standers that I'm o.k., I'm just happy.

This Canadian rose-bush in my garden, as small and insignificant as it may seem to most, serves  as a source of inspiration for me...that it is possible to overcome dire circumstances and still fulfill your purpose in this life.  I look at the rose and I see its strength, beauty and resilience.



I became a permanent resident on June 19, 2013. Never in my wildest imaginations did I ever think that I would one day be  living in New York.  Ever.  Since then I have been haunted by the knowledge that  I am alive for a purpose.  But what exactly is it?  What am I here to give to the world?"

The truth is, we all have a purpose or something to give to the world. Have you figured out what your life's purpose is yet?


Zara ~xoxo~