A Netflix Guide to Activism & Change We live in a very complex world. It’s as beautiful as it is ugly, as hopeful as it is depressing, and as light as it is dark. We find ourselves trying to make sense of it; and when we do, our next struggled is trying to figure out […]Read More A Netflix Guide to Activism & Change
Our hearts waved goodbye as we blew kisses into the wind. Before today, together forever was a promise. We didn’t shake on it, but as our lips locked for the first the time a pact was made. We were in love. A love so strong that if we died of old age and were reincarnated, […]Read More Where Do Broken Hearts Go?
I’ve never shied away from talking about my battle with depression and anxiety. Triggered by my mother’s passing away, I’ve fought through the highs and lows and shared my story through that journey. And the reason I share these stories is to always stress this point: therapy saved me, and it can save you or […]Read More Zimbabwe: A Conversation About Mental Illness, Stigma, and How We Can Do Better
As the dust settles and the amber and ashes cool after days of violence in Zimbabwe, I took a step back to understand how we got here.Read More On Zimbabwe: A Quick Story of How We Embraced Violence
One of many things my father told before sending me off to college was this: “It’s important that you find your (black) community, your comfort zone and support system. But with that said, I also want you to experience different cultures and people who may not look like you or pray like you. The world […]Read More I Have A Story to Tell: On Race, Immigrants & the “Other”
I’m lazy, but always eager to share my reading choices from popular Good Black Reads Instagram page. So I write 3 sentence book reviews! Today’s review: Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah Erma Bombeck said there is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and […]Read More My 3 Sentence Book Review: Born a Crime
When I was about fourteen years old, my father once told me a story. We were about twenty minutes from home and had just come from running an errand for my mother. Well, my father had. I was just along for the ride. “Kwapi, imagine I wanted to send you on a long journey. Now […]Read More My Father Warned Me About Candy and Bananas