The blood of the ancestors
Not the ink of a pen
wachay & welcome
I cried in the shower today. Happy New Year.
We need to know what was impacted
We need to know what was almost lost
why and how
Revive the “red” consciousness and stand up
to the long awaited emancipation
and get our people
all our people
all our human people
back on course.
A little uncertain. Not quite sure where everything is, or where it fits, or even what it does. I hate to say it but this is starting to sound like that song, “Feels like the first time, feels like the very first time..” And we all know what that song meant… unless you were born between 1990 to present and have never heard it ever in your life.
The end.
Phew…Ok, how was that? Was it good for you too?
Now of course I have to write about my “experience”, completely analyzing it, so here goes: Well for my first real blog post, I think this has a lot in common with people and their ‘first time’ experience. It’s been slightly painful, short and directly to the point, nervewracking, slightly jumbled and I may be having a lot more anxiety writing this than you are reading this.
So after my self evaluation, my good moves and bad moves, the only thing I can do is say this: I promise, the next time will be different, next time it will be better. I promise.