In my own little act of peaceful violence, whenever anyone tells me my name is too long/complicated, I gently remind them that I do not subscribe to Eurocentric standards of “normalcy” and Nda-pe-wo-sha-li has exactly the same number of letters and syllables and Co-lo-ni-sa-tion. 🙂
A world in which we all showed each other as much grace, kindness and patience as we need.
A world in which peace goes ahead of us everywhere we go, preparing each room for us, setting each table before we sit at it.
A world in which every heart loves.
With that said, in this video I’m talking about love (as I always do) but I’m giving a little insight as to why I speak about it so much, with such great urgency and with so much conviction. I also share a little bit about the loved ones I’ve lost, whose lives and actions made me more convicted in my stance and perspective.
Perhaps, in a subconscious act of protest against myself and my social conditioning, I have chosen to not see my hair as something I struggle with. Perhaps I have decided to reject the narrative that maintaining my afro is an unnecessary form of self-punishment. Perhaps it’s just my hair. It’s not difficult; it just is… and I love it.
For years, I’ve been flirting with the idea of creating a YouTube Channel in order to extend the conversations on this blog, to a new platform. The main thing that’s been keeping me from doing it is my crippling shyness, social anxiety,and impostor syndrome.
It only takes a few minutes to say “Well done, I was particularly impressed by…” but it goes a very long way.
I cannot stress enough, how important it is to be kind to yourself. Learn to be patient with yourself. Forgive yourself every day because you need your forgiveness. You need to give yourself the gift of forgiveness for every mistake, every failure, and every loss.
I write because it feels like breathing.
I write for myself and for the people who feel the way I feel but do not write.
Can a writer write
About the things,
They know nothing about
Have never experienced…
But make it sound like
These things are the things
Which consume them?
Insecurity and fear are loud, And beg to be heard.