Tag: Black Women
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Keep these thoughts
Some people fear life. Others face it in a haste. Some struggle through all its phases. Others choose to fall like leaves. I don’t know how to forget. Not when my peace is involved. Forgive I can try. But to forget, no. I know that this phase will bring struggles. It’s a revolution after all.…
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Keep writing beyond yourself!
“You have an interesting take on things. You ought to write a book.” These words were once spoke to the late great Toni Cade Bambara, author of one of my favorite books including the one simply entitled “Black Woman.” She once shared how she had been writing stories long before she could spell. She never…
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Keep imagining them oooh….
Imagine being among creatures of vanity. Imagine wondering what do they even know. Imagine their blindness to a single blazing star, even though they belong to a pleading sky. Now imagine how they must the feel, the exhilaration of a cup that overflows, of moments they see reaching high to the bare cliff edge. For…
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Keep being confident in your worth black women in academia like red maple trees in winter!
We live, my family and I, in a village surrounded by trees. Almost all of them are naked and bare in winter. When the days are cold and the wind pushes only cold air, these trees stand confidently, only shedding dead leaves and branches unable to survive the air, they breathe. There is a red…
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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 living.
JoAnne Epps was the interim president at Temple University. The idea of describing her with the word ‘was’ has me stumped and crying for a woman I didn’t even know existed until her death. Yesterday, while scrolling through Twitter, I came across this post that broke me down. I don’t know whether it was the…
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Keep remembering!
There is a gaze that women who write seem to have. The gaze is unblinking, wide, connected, and steady. It’s not narrow, very probing and it does not flinch as it bears witness. It doesn’t have funny axes to grind. Only looking for you to say Amen. When it’s time, it will amaze. Water has…
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Keep beginning again!
Where you begin or rise, where you start or initiate again, everything you open up like flowers, falling rain on an awaited storm are for where you close out or phase away, terminate or simply wrap up, even in places where you once marveled as you planted away. All of this help to shape stories…
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Keep REST!
Here is how we restore rest. We sit on balconies over looking oceans the colors of the sky. We dance to the glorious rhythms they play with palm trees that rustle in the air. We choose the serenity and grace from moments when skies turn gray. Remembering there is always chaos to conquer. Noise too…
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Keep what awakens you!
What awakens you to life? Questions. Mysteries. Love. Hurdles. Happiness. Fire. Advice. The other day my mother-in law, gave me an advice that I needed to take to heart. Today, my husband shared a token from a patients family with advice that I also needed to hear to take to heart. Life is short. All…
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Keep motherhood!
Motherhood is not only a noun, but a sound, a state of being, history, culture, memories, mine, theirs, evenings with a sigh, mornings with a smile, all of me, some of them. Something full of complexity, enormity, anything that personifies thing. It’s that thing that is terrible, yet we do in stride, with strength to…
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Keep paths of butterflies!
I took a long overdue trip outside the country to Lusaka. Where we are staying is breathtaking. So is my current state of life. Change is coming, like peace. So I’m cleansing myself. Someone told me to remember always the small things. I did and saw a small African butterfly, black and white, fluttering my…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 