Aisha Lumumba

Biography and Books

You can visit Aisha’s page at: http://obaquilts.com/

Aisha Lumumba is a seasoned quilter, starting as a traditional quilter in rural Georgia before blossoming into an avid art quilter and fiber artist. She has been quilting for more than 40 years. She confesses to love every minute of it. Living in Atlanta and exploring several forms of fiber art and writing. Ms. Lumumba is fond of combining her two loves with story books about her quilts.

Ms. Lumumba was a high achiever as she matriculated through the Henry County school system. She moved to Atlanta and in her words, “became a mediocre art major” at Georgia State University. Ms. Lumumba felt unfulfilled by that direction and started a family with Chinyelu Lumumba while still attending Georgia State University. Her husband introduced her to books by and about black people that she never knew existed. With zeal and excitement she read every book she could get her hands on about black history. During this period of awakening she changed her name to Aisha. This awareness of the “black struggle” and black people’s contribution to life (in Africa, America and throughout the world) added meaning to her life and expression to her artistic desires.
http://obaquilts.com/  (website link)
Book excerpt:   My mom and I waited to hear the story. Aunt Lula had already told us that Uncle Jack and Mae didn’t make it. We heard that the whole black area was burned. “Nothing left”, Aunt Lula said, “NOTHING.” Aunt Lula would get dressed every day and just sit in one place just staring into space.Then after about a month she said, “it was a full on attack.” We stopped what we were doing and listened. She said, “White people were driving down the street shooting anyone they saw. They set buildings and houses on fire. Then the airplanes came and dropped some kind of bombs on our businesses and homes. Some people grabbed their guns and tried to defend us. The flames were everywhere, snapping the crackling wood as structures collapsed and licking the sky with hot reddish orange strokes. Jack was shot by the white mob. They just outgunned us.