Nigerians Steal the Show

Good Evening Good People! How is everyone? I hope to find each of you doing well.

I’ve been meaning to blog about this for a while now and have finally had the chance to do so. If you’ve been on Instagram, Facebook or watched the news back in May, you probably know what I’m talking about. It’s been viewed over 50 million times on a number of social media platforms! 😱

If you haven’t seen it, don’t worry. I’m going to post a YouTube clip.

In May 2019 for Fashion Week in Vienna, Austria, a group of Nigerian women showed up and showed out for the Colors of Africa runway show. What made these women go viral was the realness of themselves and their bodies. Healthy real women who have shown millions of people around the world how to love the body you are in and of course, how to move and have fun.

When you see the clip, notice the smiles on their faces and how the “Mama” of the group moves in the beginning. She’s in the blue. I love all the traditional clothing, dancing and cultural elements. The crowd was eating it up.

Seeing this touches the root of my heart in so many ways since I am mostly Nigerian myself. It’s amazing how such rhythmic moves are still ingrained in many of us African Americans. It’s in the blood. Dancing like this just comes easy to me. 🙏🏽❤️🤗

Click here to see these ladies in action. I’ll go ahead and warn you, the song is catchy.

Until next time…

Nah

We live in a world where the definition of beauty is warped and I mean severely warped. I often blog about Black people and the Black experience because well, I’m Black. Hear goes nothing.

Due to slavery and its long-lasting stereotypical effects, many Black women struggle to find themselves beautiful. Some feel that in order to be seen as beautiful and acceptable, they must have straight hair, a narrow nose, thin lips, light skin or long hair. I have no such features except the long hair. Broad features are just as beautiful.

This sad and unfortunate way of thinking has lead some to go to drastic measures to achieve such looks. How sad.

I’ve had some well-meaning Black women over the years tell me that in order for me to be more acceptable, I need to straighten my hair more often. Well, here’s the thing: I’m going to straighten my hair only when I feel like it. Not because I want to be accepted. If I find my natural hair acceptable, that’s all that matters.

The last time I wore my hair straight was six years ago after cutting six inches off. Even then I didn’t like it that much because I prefer my hair in its natural state. To each it’s own. 🙃

Not too long ago, I chopped my hair off again and I love it. Did I consider the thoughts and opinions of others? Nah. It’s my hair. I know how to keep my hair professional while wearing it in its natural state. 🤷🏽‍♀️

In all seriousness good people, I want you to ask yourself, who really has the right to define if you are beautiful? I’ll go ahead and tell you, no one but you.

Until next time…

Come On, White People

As an African American woman, it never ceases to amaze me when scores of White people react with shock regarding unearthed documents about slavery tied to major schools, universities, businesses and banks. I use the word scores specifically because not all White people are clueless when it comes to slavery, but the shock of those who are run in the millions.

Just this week, another news article revealed that an elite prep school in Washington once owned and sold slaves. When African American students were asked how they felt about the “unearthed” discovery, they gave the same statement like all other African Americans, they weren’t surprised. However, they were surprised by the number of White staff and students who were. To put it clearly as one young African American student mentioned a few years ago, “The United States was built on the backs of slaves so we shouldn’t be surprised.”

Think about that for a moment. Why are millions of White people still shocked by “discoveries” like this? Could it be that they really aren’t shocked, but pretend to be out of fear, shame or embarrassment? Could it be that they completely ignored the history of slavery here in the United States? Or could it be that some genuinely were not taught about slavery at the school they attended or at home? I say it’s a combination of all plus some.

Slavery existed okay and there are a lot of famous and not so famous wealthy White families, schools, banks and businesses who reaped and are still reaping the monetary benefits of slavery and its back breaking labor. Is it shameful and hard to admit? Maybe to some. But is it the truth? Yes.

What if I told you there are a number of big banks, schools, universities and businesses who used the intelligence of their slaves and took the credit as their own? If that shocks you, my goodness, it shouldn’t. Contrary to popular belief, slaves were not dumb.

We can’t continue to pretend or be shocked about these things. It’s bad enough that millions of slaves built the wealth of many White families, schools, banks and businesses with nothing in return. To not acknowledge it is an even greater insult to them. They can’t speak for themselves because they are long gone now, but I and others can. We can’t run away from painful and uncomfortable truths, but we can learn from them. Adding to that, we need to acknowledge it rather than hiding it or running from it.

Otherwise, more White people will continue to be “shocked” when more and more “discoveries” like these are made.

The link to the article I referenced can be found here.

Until next time…

Black Poetry

I stumbled upon this breathtaking quote and I had to share it. It stopped me in my tracks and made me somewhat emotional. This poetic quote although brief, is powerful.

You don’t have to be a deep thinker to understand this quote, just common sense.

Paul Dunbar ladies and gentlemen. I cannot wait to read more about him and his written works. His literary pieces speaks volumes about the Black experience.

Until next time…

Second Thoughts?

Good Evening! How’s it going? I hope to find each of you doing well. I’ve been busy trying to play catch up after my move. Now that things are beginning to settle, I’ve had a little time to reflect on my writing projects.

I have to be honest and say that I’ve been having second thoughts about one of the two stories that I’m working on. The Chronicles of Neffie isn’t one of them. I don’t know what to think of such troublesome thoughts except to say that I’m going to go forward any way with writing it. I can’t stop now nor will I share much about it at this point in time.

I knew this one would take a lot out of me, I just knew it, but I have to stick with it. I don’t like starting something and not finishing it.

Oh brother, here we gooooooooo!

Until next time…

My First Big Move

Good Evening Good People! I hope that everyone is doing well. Quite a bit has happened since my last post, but for the most part, it has been good. Grateful and thankful for that.

I was offered another job a few states away and I’m trying to get settled. Moving is always hectic but when you are moving by yourself, it’s cha-cha-chaotic! Adding to that, my writing had to be put on hold because I’m still trying to get situated and settled. It’s been two weeks already, sheesh!

I can’t wait to get back to my writing but first, I have to work on my swollen feet. Running up and down my stairs to move and driving for hours a few states away has taken a toll on my little feet. My feet ain’t NEVA been this swollen…

This writer hopes to be back in another month with some more good news so stay tuned.

Whatever it is you are aspiring to do, I sincerely hope that it happens for you.

Until next time…