Little ‘i’, Thank You’s and Bae in My Head

I’ve noticed when I look back at the things I’ve written I often have a lowercase ‘i’ as an error. I have tried to be cognizant of it, since I know it’s my common error. Today I saw it again, but something leaped out at me. Generally, when I make this error I am talking…

How you lovin’?

Let’s have some truth shall we? Well actually more or less MY truth but what they hell, right? You’re a voyeur ( I will keep your secrets) and I am an exhibitionist, so we match. You can ride. Please, get in. I am really at a point where I am seeking some fundamental truths in…

On strength…

Don’t call me strong anymore.  You calling me strong has made me into something less than human. Me being strong means that when I am hurting you don’t have to offer me basic human compassion because I guess strong people aren’t human anymore.  Me being strong means that I am supposed to keep eating my…

Remembering Olivia

I can remember visiting you with my Mother. You were one of her favorite cousins and the mother of one of my favorite cousins. I enjoyed seeing your home with piles of books everywhere. I remember asking you incredulously, “Did you read ALL these books?” “Yes”, you laughed. I was amazed. Impressed. I loved to…

Tear Them Down!

I hope they do tear all the statues down. And maybe next the prisons too. And then our sons And your son And my son Can be free.

Me and the creek

When I was just a young girl, starting at about 5, I lived in a house with my mother, father and two sisters. Behind our house was a small creek, a minor tributary of the Eno River. Every day, during the warm months of the year, I would eagerly go outside to play. I was…

Yeye Oshun

So let me tell you a story. When I was young, I can remember my Mother taking me and my sisters to the Eno River. I often have difficulty remembering my younger life but I remember these times well. We would go to the festivals there and we had a home nearby where a part…

Petty or Toxic?

Today a post that I wrote on Facebook a year ago came up. I am sharing again because it follows a theme I have been introduced to recently by some outstanding women (Dr. Yaba Blay and Omisade Burney) #TrustBlackWomen. When I first heard this, I immediately thought this phrase was for ‘errbody else’. Pulling no…

Many Faces by: Marc Thompson

A few weeks ago, I wrote an article titled ‘The Visit’. After sharing that article with my son, he decided to write from his perspective. These are his words. I have only edited misspellings for clarity.  I wake up disoriented & confused. I try to open my door but I can’t because I’m in the…

The Visit

I have to say that seeing my son with his hands behind his back in handcuffs is one of the most unbearable things I’ve seen. I watch him, well trained by now, waiting patiently with his hands behind his back. He almost seems not to notice anymore. I watch him back up to a door…

Thoughts on Lemonade

Last night I fell into a fitful, dark and dreamless sleep after watching Beyonce’s Lemonade . As I was watching I was at first surprised when I felt the beginning of many tears. The first ones were sneaky and just slid out of my eyes and down my cheeks, exposed when I felt a bit of cool…