Aka this is Not about books.
Going through my insta feed on the day after Emancipation I was confronted by so many people in African garb and my heart felt full.
Not very often do my fellow countrymen pay homage to our ancestral heritage, so it always beautiful to witness. All of the beautiful fabric and creative designs, it’s something I look forward to every year.
But that wasn’t what brought me to write this post. No. It was the post of one of my well-traveled friends who was currently in the homeland. She posted images of where the slaves were washed and branded before being auctioned and my body seized up.
I need to go there. I have decided that before I die I am GOING to Africa and travel the path of my ancestors. Immerse myself in all that they would have experienced after their freedom had been ripped away. I don’t know when it’s going to happen, but it will and you all will be the first to hear of it.
Next stop: Ghana 🇬🇭 .
P.S. I also saw a tweet that basically reminded me that this is my blog and I didn’t need to ALWAYS do book-related posts if I had other posts in mine. So there ya go.