I realize, not only is it in my blood but my consciousness, and my purpose.
Every time I take a break from studying African history, spirituality, or just researching how to decolonize my European-centered mind and transition into a more African-Centered mind, it always comes back around to my attention. When I mention my love for the continent, most people ask me “why do I like Africa so much” or they have no interest in it. If you asked me 3 years ago, this wouldn’t have even been on my radar. Me now, I realize, not only is it in my blood but my consciousness, and my purpose.
How I fulfill that purpose is to be continued but the quest and thirst for knowledge and the desire to build international connections will always be an aim of mine. I’ve learned to appreciate who I’ve become as a Black-American, our culture, history, colloquialisms, swag…but now, I’m on a journey to learn and love the African in me and furthermore self-actualize. This isn’t about a specific place in Africa but a state of mind. It’s taken me some time to get to this point because I’ve struggled (still do sometimes) with the fact that I’m not a continental-born African and I’m not a part of a specific tribe but my love for Mother Africa does run deep. Not only did learning about my Black-American history liberate me but learning about African history has liberated me as well. From learning about the different cultures, customs, and traditions, to noticing there are many women who share similarities in appearances. It’s been a journey and I’m excited for what will unfold next as my love continues to grow for Africa and the diaspora.
