The month designated to packaging thousands of years of Black history and culture into a palatable melting pot of ‘facts’ supposedly beginning with colonialism and ending with Harriet Tubman freeing slaves.
And yet, despite being a month that should encourage honest conversations about how far we’ve come and how far we still are from truly embracing Equality and Diversity, Trump-mania is on the rise, #IAmMogadishu is not a thing and last week a stranger matter of factly stated that being Pro-Black is the same as being anti-White.
No. It is not.
Because when my little sister held her arm up to compare her gorgeous mahogany skin aside my lighter complexion and questioned her afro puffs, the familiar gnaw of watching a young Black girl grow up in a society that places limitations on her beauty and Blackness resurfaced.
And so in response her current and future self… an ode to the Skin I’m In.
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The excited squealing as we opened the door to our executive junior suite must have reverberated through the neighbouring walls! The suite was glorious. I could not stop looking around at the gold and rich brown tones in the fixtures and furniture which lent the room a modern but elegant feel. And having spied the huge king-sized bed piled high with plump cushions, there was … Continue reading A New Year On The River – Part Two
Church services. Deafening fireworks. Gorgeous sparklers waved that bit too close to ones face for comfort. Ending the countdown in a massive group hug with the closest warm bodies (human or animal) to you. I love the climatic element in the run up to New Year’s Day. The air is almost heavy-ladened with feverish anticipation; tingling with the hopes and dreams of 7 billion persons … Continue reading A New Year On The River – Part One
Medical School is an experience unparalled with no other. Having made it through to the other side, I can now look back without PTSD fondly on those 6 crazy years of my life and offer 20 anecdotal (but painfully true) steep learning curves I encountered during my training as a medical student. And so, in no particular order: Life is a competition. And then, there’s Medicine. … Continue reading The 20 Things Med School Taught Me