A Black History Month Reflection on Justice, Power, and Shared Responsibility Where is your humanity? I ask it plainly, not in whispers, not in ivory towers or boardrooms filled with polished lies, but in the open, where the consequences of…
Across Europe and North America, some of the most celebrated museum collections rest on an uncomfortable truth: they contain thousands of African artworks that were stolen, looted, or taken under highly unequal conditions. Labels may describe them as “gifts,” “acquisitions,”…
"I gave away gold, yes; but what I built with knowledge, they could never take away. That is the true treasure of a king."
"I gave away gold, yes; but what I built with knowledge, they could never take away. That is the true treasure of a king."
"I used to think being born out of wedlock meant I was an error. But what if I was a seed planted exactly where I was meant to grow?"
"Anansi pouted, arms crossed. 'You just don’t get it. Black Panther is everything I want to be.' Sewa shrugged. 'Well, next time, tell him to clean up the roof.'"
"‘They think we’re weak because we’re kids,’ Tamara whispered. ‘Let’s show them how wrong they are.’ Nelson barked once, as if to agree and the chase was on."
When I write, I feel free; even if I am not. My thoughts go where I cannot. And one day, maybe my words will go further than I ever can.