Olhos d'Agua (Conçeição Evaristo)

"I had never forgotten my mother. I recognized her importance in my life, not only her, but my aunts and all the women in my family. And also, even then, I sang songs of praise to all our ancestors, who from Africa had been plowing the land of life with their own hands, words and blood. No, I do not forget these Ladies, our Yabás, owners of so many wisdoms. But what color were my mother's eyes?"

"I had never forgotten my mother. I recognized her importance in my life, not only her, but my aunts and all the women in my family. And also, even then, I sang songs of praise to all our ancestors, who from Africa had been plowing the land of life with their own hands, words and blood. No, I do not forget these Ladies, our Yabás, owners of so many wisdoms. But what color were my mother's eyes?"

Brazil / 2015

This heartfelt collection of 15 short stories explores the violence and poverty that affects afro-Brazilians. Women play major parts in all these stories. I love this quote. It's such a simple question: "What color were my mother's eyes?" In other words: who are our mothers, and how can we ever know them outside of just being "ours"?

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