Tag: writers
-
Keep who we belong too…
The devil almost as in almost had me that Onyelo reminded me of who we belong to. That and the fact that we have legions. So no weapon formed against us shall prosper. It won’t work. We know who we belong to. They have rosaries. Nothing will succeed. We are protecting our peace…there will be…
Written by
·
-
Keep reflecting even if on trees.
I saw an exercise on reflection today that asked that you imagine yourself as a tree. It asked that you take a deep breath, close your eyes, open it, then draw the type of tree you represent. For me these days, I am like trees bare and open in the winter. How trees survive the…
Written by
·
-
Keep knowing your worth!
There I was, with women like me, reminding me that kindness is to be protected. The depths of your worth too. People are people and there will be doorways that belong to you and them. Some doors will lead you down a path of pain, confuse your worth with pain and leave you feeling confused…
Written by
·
-
Keep scarves…
I was born with a scarf on my head. My shoulders too. Like my mother and her mother too. We were born wearing scarves, handwoven with threads, or hand-dyed with care, silent and golden. A generation of pride crowned the top of our heads with every scarf. I have worn scarves older than the day…
Written by
·
-
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…
Written by
·
-
Keep my story.
What you see are my struggles. The journey through dreams too. We have soared through the fire of our imagination. Soared too into the unknown. They other day, I asked someone if they would come along for the journey. They said no, not in words but action. I let them be, knowing soon, I would…
Written by
·
-
Keep these moments of wonder!
I saw an old picture recently and I looked at the girl intently. She wore a pink shirt, loosely buttoned. Her hair in braids, seemingly old. She had a twinkle in her eyes, with lips curved up in a smile. And there was wonder and love, plus beauty and awe in eyes sparkling with excitement…
Written by
·
-
Keep funding your dreams!
My destiny is mine. It has always been from the day I was named Isioma. It’s the reason why I resign from places and people who keep me stale. It’s the reason why dreaming is a form of resistance to me. See where you are obsessed with one grant or one class, I’m on to…
Written by
·
-
Keep the delights of life.
Today, I said hello to the moon, meditated with the sun and ran through green fields that reminded me of his grace. Keep these delights of life.
Written by
·
-
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…
Written by
·
-
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…
Written by
·
-
Keep the view of Forest Park!
I remember vividly my first day at UNESCO. It was my first job after all following my doctoral degree from Penn State. I remember every single footstep from my apartment at that time at Tour with Mama Yannick all the way to train station for a 45minute ride down to Paris, to station Garibaldi and…
Written by
·
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 