Tag: black mothers
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Keep the gaze of hawks!
Two subtle visitors, red tail hawks, arrived at my home today. They were more than the gaze that held them tightly, more than every day birds that flew lightly. They moved as I moved, flying then perching next to each other on a tree. They looked content and stared only at the things that greeted their…
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Keep these moments!
We tried to lose ourselves in the moment. With kids crying and all. One wanted juice. The purple juice reserved for those who often visit. The other wanted a phone, whether new or old it didn’t matter. Yet a third wanted ice-cream, vanilla, chocolate, anything will do. The time was exactly 6pm and my fourth…
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Keep embracing all of you!
I am the product of a complex system, but a producer of my own reality. For the past 4 years, I have used this space to tell my own story of this reality. Each time you see me, I promise, you will see something different, like a kaleidoscope. Take today, not only did I create…
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Keep being seen with your stories!
I have been thinking lately about seeing and being seen. Photos for example, are moments in time that enable us to see, the subject, their stance, their worldview, whether good or bad. All of it are captured in an image that enables the eyes to see. It’s an art form too that illustrates a certain…
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Keep this season so joyful!
They say children will grow. Once when Christmas cookies all decked in red and green are made and baked. Eyes full of joy, twelve if you are counting, will break an egg, then pour the flour and knead the butter as if they have learnt to see with their mouths full of joy. Then they…
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Keep turning on your own, for your own!
More than once we take memories, those hard and true, those painful and fruitful, we take them all and use them to blossom like tall Iroko trees. We are woman. Ordinary, but woman. We are all of life, surrounded by the love for life. We are pictures, perfect, broken, but pictures capturing memories, of times…
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Keep this knowing so deep, black mothers!
I have spent the past 2 days sinking into Toni Morrison’s knowing so deep essay. It’s my go to essay when I try to understand my place in this world. The wisdom, accuracy, relevance of her words are worthy of being kept every single day. If black women are to survive, if we are to…
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Keep black mothers, keep black sons! For Tyre!
I think about us today. Black mothers wherever you are. I think about the thoughts we have for our children. The fear we have too. I think about what tomorrow may bring. What today brings. I want to say it will be better. It may not be. I want to tell you to dry your…
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Keep hard truths!
Here is a truth. Cherish your failures. Bury your doubts. Protect your power. Knock on closed doors. Put a stake through your fears. Take what you want. Respect your pain. Let your spirit rise. Stand in your light. Speak with love. Do what stirs your imagination. Never forget that anything is possible. Find the time…
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Keep writing to and for mothers!
I write at a crossroads of a life that has known pain, felt anger, cherished joy, and carried the idea of sustaining anything as urgent. I write too from a place of commitment, a mind that has known what it means to transform and be transformed, all while identifying and defining what life means to…
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Keep knowing where there is women, there is magic!
Where there is a woman there is magic. Where there is a woman, magic is there. If the moon is falling from her mouth, if the brilliance of the moon is even in her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic. Like a gentle deer, she knows her brilliance too. And a woman…
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Keep freedom and imaginations for you!
My daughter wrote a haiku about birdhouses, about how birds get food from inside them, and of course how birds eat the food. It was nestled towards the end of her book of poetry where anything was allowed. Roller skates made in rainbow colors. Birds and their birdhouse. Puppies playing. Even her name and all…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 