Even when we are squeezed to our tightest some of us can still splurge on that Starbucks, or in my case, a Mickie D's iced coffee. Should I be giving that dollar to Salvation Army? What difference does my $1 make in the face of such great need? Over the years of living in The Bay, I grew to learn to offer to buy homeless folks a meal of their choice rather than hand them the $5. But should I have just handed them whatever I could afford and allowed them to do whatever they wanted with it? Who decides what the less-fortunate among us needs? Shouldn't I ask them personally (if possible) before I feed or clothe them? Should I be policing their choices just because I'm giving them a donation? In the same vein, should I be buying presents for family members instead of making a donation in their names? What's the proper thing to do?
“In Darfur”: Is There Merit to Living the Status Quo?
I just returned from seeing "In Darfur." I'm literally still shaking from the violence. Despite the trigger warnings we were given, my body was not ready for this. If I'm shaking from the renactment, imagine how my sisters Hawa and Hamida on the ground in Darfur are feeling. Some plays and films based on real life happenings … Continue reading “In Darfur”: Is There Merit to Living the Status Quo?
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“I’m Fine. Honest I Am.” – An Open letter – World Suicide Prevention Day.
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day and as a result of this, and the fact that as a result of my mental illness(es) I frequently experience suicidal thoughts, I felt I simply had to write a post relevant to the subject of suicide.
But whenever I consider writing a post like this, the very first thing that comes to my mind is – “Well Kev, You know this is going to raise some ‘concerned’ eyebrows. You know is will worry those who love you and give ammunition to those who judge you? And that either way it will generate some texts and comments don’t you?”
And in truth I do know that. But the fact is that posts like this are so very important. And whilst I don’t want to cause anyone any undue concern, if folk like me, who experience suicidal thoughts and have survived through them, don’t speak…
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A Weary Heart
I find myself bursting into tears randomly over the last several weeks since I returned from vacation. It’s literally only been 20 days since I arrived back in the U.S. and I have knots in my neck. My stomach is always upset. My herniated discs are more active than usual. I’ve been thinking that maybe … Continue reading A Weary Heart
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“Our Skin Is Trouble!”
This phrase is borrowed from Mr. Bansi aka Robert Zwelinzima in "Siswe Bansi is Dead" by Athol Fugard, John Kani, and Winston Ntshona. A play I came to know fairly well while vacationing in Anguilla. To say I'm sick and numb is an understatement. What has been happening since before Trayvon, Renisha, Eric, and now Michael has … Continue reading “Our Skin Is Trouble!”
Musings of An African Woman 