After Africa.

I haven’t exactly been a good blogger for a while. I’m sorry for being inconsistent. This past year and a half has been extraordinary. I haven’t had writer’s block so much as my soul has pressed pause. I’m desperately trying to take it all in.

When you shift from blog to book, all of a sudden filing material gets very very tricky. Articles, books or blog? To be honest the blog, which is free until monetized, gets the short end of the stick. Confessional as I am, I also have been processing a lot in my journey. And this past year I went to Senegal, Nigeria and Ghana. I can hardly believe it myself.

I can hardly believe all the things that have come to pass that were once just prayers and thoughts. I think I’ve waited my entire life to feel as though I’ve transitioned from what state to another, to feel initiated into a new period of life; this is it.

Something happens to you when you finally see Africa. My guide and friend Ada Anagho Brown says that the feeling you get is that of “your Ancestors thrilled that they finally get to return home, through you. It’s not just you walking, dancing, breathing, seeing things through your eyes, they are, simultaneously, returning.”