Bassa

Bassa may refer to:

People

  • Bassa (Cameroon)
  • Basaa language is a member of the Bantu languages family.
  • Bassa (Liberia)
  • Bassa language is a member of the Kru languages family.
  • Bassa script
  • Places

  • Bassa, Kogi State, Nigeria
  • Bassa, Plateau State, Nigeria
  • al-Bassa is a destroyed Palestinian village, currently located in northern Israel
  • Cahora Bassa is an artificial lake in Mozambique
  • Also

    Bassa may also be used for:

  • BASSA an acronym for the Business Analysis Summit South Africa, a conference run by the South African Chapter of the IIBA.
  • BASSA an acronym for the British Airlines Stewards and Stewardesses Association, a union exclusively for British Airways cabin crew.
  • Bassa Sports Club, a football (soccer) team in Antigua and Barbuda.
  • Another name for Basse Santa Su, Gambia
  • See also

    Alternative spellings:

  • Basa (disambiguation)
  • Bassa people (Cameroon)

    The Bassa (also spelled Basa or Basaa and sometimes known as Bassa-Bakongo) are a Bantu ethnic group in Cameroon. They number approximately 230,000 individuals. The Bassa speak the Basaa language as a mother tongue, which belongs to the Bantu branch of the Niger–Congo language family.

    History

    For centuries, the Bassa lived along the Atlantic coast of what is now Cameroon. They lived of subsistence farming and fishing.

    The Bassa were displaced by Duala and early European traders, suffering exploitation and marginalization during the era of German Kamerun. Their fishing and farming efforts shrunk. During this German era, most Bassa were anti-colonialists, fighting against German expansion beyond the coast. However, they suffered a major defeat and were subjected to forced labor in the construction of the Douala-Yaoundé "Mittel Kamerun" railway.

    Throughout the era of European colonial presence, the Bassa were able to take advantage of Christian missionaries to attain a Western-style education, particularly from German Protestants and American Presbyterians.

    Bassa people (Liberia)


    The Bassa are a people of Liberia, living in Grand Bassa, Rivercess, Margibi and Montserrado counties, who speak the Bassa language, a Kru language. They numbered about 350,000 in 1991. They have their own writing system, called Bassa Vah which was developed around 1900. There are also about 5000 in Sierra Leone. They practice Christianity, as well as indigenous religions.

    References

    Sources

  • Gordon, Raymond G., Jr. (ed.), 2005. Ethnologue: Languages of the World, Fifteenth edition. Dallas, Tex.: SIL International. Online version.
  • Somah, Syrulwa (2003) Nyanyan Gohn-Manan History, Migration and Government of the Bassa.; Lightning Source Inc
  • External links

  • For spirits and kings: African art from the Paul and Ruth Tishman collection, an exhibition catalog from The Metropolitan Museum of Art Libraries (fully available online as PDF), which contains material on the Bassa people
  • Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Holla

    by: 504 Boyz

    [Chorus]: Master P {Choppa}
    Them boys on that block holla (ooh ooh)
    Them girls that got it hot holla (ooh ooh)
    If ya runnin' from them cops holla (ooh ooh)
    {Holla...} (ooh ooh) {Holla} (ooh ooh)
    [Verse 1]: Master P
    Call me trashman cuz I put it up and back
    Whodi owe me money I'ma bust his fuckin' ass
    I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper, so pass me Dr. Cristale
    Hit me on the two-way, whodi, I get wit'cha
    Put it on the stove, bake it like a pie
    Take it to the hood, slang it 16-5
    When niggas snort it boy, they be passin' it to they girls
    Wrap it up in Ziploc, back it up and twirl
    Send money to the pent. Mac and C be home soon
    Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon
    I could sell a hoe a green, front a hustler a lake
    I could never fall off, I'm the "Ghetto Bill" Gates
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 2]: Curren$y
    These lil' niggas can't take it anymore
    I push through the club iced out, low key with my P. Miller galore
    Hoes breakin' down the doors, uhh
    Because the 504 Boyz here they can't wait 'til we get on
    It's Curren$y the motherfuckin' rookie of the year
    This ain't the WNBA, ain't no pussies over here
    Yeah, I'm makin' figures fuckin' with the Ghetto Bill
    And a truck with some rims that's bigger than Ferris wheels, holla
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]: Krazy
    See this No Limit army nigga, that's my Kliq
    The hoe that you tongue kissin' used to be my bitch
    For these sayin' they'll slay a nigga, they called pricks
    And this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick
    And this big truck I'm pushin', nigga, my tight whip
    With a chop of lead on the seat, that'll make you flip
    My alias, believe me, Doc Holliday
    If it's beef, I'm like AIDS, I'll never go away
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 4]: Master P
    I might be something sly but I won't forget
    Tell Double X-L they can, suck my dick
    I might be country but I'm ghetto rich
    And when it comes to grindin', I started this shit
    I put the G in Ghetto, nigga, call me Ghetto Fab
    Started with some quarters then I flipped it to some halves
    Put the Coke in Coca-Cola, no baking soda
    Call me Pistol P, cuz I slang them granola's
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 5]: T-Bo
    I guess them thangs just got dropped off, the block's hot like hot sauce
    Some cop cars keep passin' I promise y'all they not lost
    Convicted felons noticed when they tryin' to knock ya socks off
    Go braggin' to them hatin' bitches, find how much ya watch cost
    Loose lips, sank ships, bitch, so watch what you sayin'
    It's the New No Limit, baby, got us under surveillance
    And the Feds ain't playin' they kickin' down doors daily
    Ain't this a bitch, I just got off probation
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 6]: Magic
    I'm tryin' to get me a whole chicken (chop it down for the dimes)
    Then flip that bitch quicker than I (flip these rhymes)
    Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip (one more time)
    And I'ma cop the bitch you left behind
    (I'm tryin', I'm hustlin') don't trust me when I'm broke
    And I don't discriminate I want the money and a goat
    Yeah, better hope I wait, I'm ass out (things will get bloody)
    (Four to ya tummy, real messy and ugly)
    [Chorus]
    [Outro]: Master P
    If ya East Coast thuggin, holla (ooh ooh)
    If ya West Coast thuggin, holla (ooh ooh)
    If ya Midwest thuggin' holla (ooh ooh)
    If ya Down South hustlin' holla (ooh ooh)




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