The “safe Black” aka the African immigrant does not have the history of slavery imprinted on his/her DNA; this NAB is not “angry” because really, what do they have to be angry about? They are being offered a piece of the American Dream, they need only work hard. Which they do, supposedly in contrast to the American Blacks, who though failed by the system, are meant to bear the brunt of this failure.
Piers of Life
Tears brim as the sharp wind stings my eyes and flirts with my cardigan which I pulled on halfway through blogging this post. In the meantime a fog has rolled in and the sun is making an effort to play Hide-go-Seek with it. Here I sit on this Coney Island boardwalk deciding that upon returning from my “pier” I will go ride one of the speed cars. Onward to my next adventure, taking me farther and further. Join me, or find a pier and embark on your own musings! Happy Summer!
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I’m In Your City
You are buried here I can’t stop thinking about that It’s like you are here You are all around me
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Three Generations, One Roof: Celebrating African Mothers
We moved the shopping cart through Meijer grocery store, the three of us hanging on to a corner while Ma walked ahead and picked out what we needed. Every so often one of us would squeal and then proceed to beg for something not on the original grocery list: Rice Krispie treats, fruit roll-ups, beef jerky. Ma obliged us more often than not. When she couldn’t do it, she promised to do it with the second paycheck that came on the 15th.
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Coming Out to Cousin
"Nyame mpa ngu na Jesu moga impipa!" She utters these words as if she had been asked to exorcise a demon spontaneously. "God forbid! And Jesus' blood wash away!" She prays again. She was visiting. A distant cousin by marriage; her words really shouldn't have made such an impact. But because they were indicative of … Continue reading Coming Out to Cousin
Musings of An African Woman 