Kwanzaa: Ujima: Black lives do matter!

Ujima¬†(Collective Work and Responsibility): To build and maintain our community together and make our brothers’ and sisters’ problems our problems and to solve them together (wiki..)   I’d like to highlight #blacklivesmatter movement for holding the sacred truths of Kwanzaa (deliberate or not). In reality we are not far from the African American Civil Rights Movement (1954-1968). Our fight as black people may have transition but it has not changed. 2017 saw to many black death, by a fellow brother or sister, by a cop, by leaders who abuse their power, and citizens whom are quick to pick up a … Continue reading Kwanzaa: Ujima: Black lives do matter!

Kujichagulia (Self-Determination)

Kujichgulia- Self Determination I determined to continue to make my voice heard in this earth about the injustice, inequality, discrimination, hatred, provoked fear and sexual assaults against my people. I have a voice and will use. I have a blog and will write about it. Because, me too! I’m determined to pray for my nation, and corrupted leaders. I am determined to stand against hate, marched peacefully alongside lady justice. I will be the checks and the balance. Do you hear me! Am I being heard! Is my voice loud enough! Do you feel my passion?? Do you feel my … Continue reading Kujichagulia (Self-Determination)

Kwanzaa: Umoja: Unity:

Umoja- Unity When I think of unity I think of “wholeness” this year I’ve been made whole in many areas of my life. I’m not as sick as I have been, no longer homeless and no longer alone. Unity was a choice I had to make; a goal I set and one I conquered. I’m grateful! Is all I can say. There is something and someone bigger than me and kept me company. I cried much, but my tears never fell on empty grounds. I am whole I think about all the trials and tribulations we as African Americans have … Continue reading Kwanzaa: Umoja: Unity:

My Christmas Gift

My heart was becoming numb and joy was scarce. I didn’t want to acknowledge my own bitterness, but it was there. I couldn’t feel hope, I didn’t think the sun would ever shine again. Alone I felt, in a darkened world. Alone I traveled in the woods of life. Alone I slept and with tears I cried “ABA, why have you forsaken me?” I cried again, “ABA, why have you welcomed this pain and a well of emptiness?” Angry was I with the young, for having what I dreamed of. Angry I was with the old, for their eye were … Continue reading My Christmas Gift