BLACK LOVE IS LOVE

If I could live anywhere? I’m going straight to the Motherland, no question. Ghana, Senegal, Nigeria – somewhere I can stand on the soil my people built civilizations on long before the world tried to tell us we were anything less than Kings and Queens.

I want to wake up every morning surrounded by Black excellence that doesn’t have to explain itself or code-switch or shrink down. I want to walk through markets where every face looks like mine, where our brilliance is the norm, not the exception. Where I can see the kingdoms we built, the universities we established in Timbuktu while Europe was still figuring things out, the art and innovation that’s always been ours.

I want to live where Blackness isn’t a statement or a struggle – it just is. Where my children can grow up knowing their full history, not the edited version that starts with enslavement. Where they can see themselves in everything around them and understand that we are descended from greatness.

Because here’s the truth: we’ve been conditioned to see ourselves through the lens of oppression, but our story starts long before that. It starts with empires and scholars, with mathematicians and artists, with people who navigated by stars and built structures that still stand today.

So yes, give me Africa 🌍. Let me reconnect with that power, that legacy, that undeniable truth of who we’ve always been. That’s where I’d call home, ha! If I could..