Reflections on 2020
I can see the weight of this year reflected in this picture of me-the weight of injustice, anxiety, pandemic fatigue and loss.
I can see the weight of this year reflected in this picture of me-the weight of injustice, anxiety, pandemic fatigue and loss.
I’m an insecure writer. I mull over pieces at least 10x (if not more), before I send them in. I take long breaks from writing because rejection is hard and I need to sit with it and myself for a while before having the courage to go again.
Guys, it finally happened. I MET MY MENTOR, SHERO AND WRITER BAE CHIMAMANDA NGOZI ADICHE!!!!
February spells two things: my birthday (woohooo!!) and Black History Month! (Power To The People!)
A number of years ago (when I was trying my hand at being a journalist), a few friends and I put together a documentary on African-Canadian history for a conference. It was a fun project and not having grown up in Canada, I learned so much about the contributions of African Canadians to this society.
Domanique Grant is the epitome of #BlackGirlMagic.
I met her a number of years ago at a writing workshop when she was hard at work on her music career.
They say the happenings are over there, they could not possibly find their way here. Those who say these things have chosen to be blind. Chosen to shut their ears, chosen to look the other way. Its not that bad here they say. Oh, but just you wait.