By Solimar Otero
Afro-Cuban Diasporas within the Atlantic World explores how Yoruba and Afro-Cuban groups moved around the Atlantic among the Americas and Africa in successive waves within the 19th century. In Havana, Yoruba slaves from Lagos banded jointly to shop for their freedom and sail domestic to Nigeria. as soon as in Lagos, this Cuban repatriate neighborhood turned often called the Aguda. This group outfitted their very own local that celebrated their Afrolatino history. For those Yoruba and Afro-Cuban diasporic populations, nostalgic buildings of relations and group play the position of narrating and finding a longed-for domestic. by way of delivering a hyperlink among the workings of nostalgia and the development of domestic, this quantity re-theorizes cultural imaginaries as a resource for diasporic group reinvention. via ethnographic fieldwork and learn in folkloristics, Otero finds that the Aguda determine strongly with their Afro-Cuban roots in modern instances. Their fluid identification strikes from Yoruba to Cuban, and again back, in a way that illustrates the actually cyclical nature of transnational Atlantic group association.
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