HHP is apparently one of the most popular South African hip hop artists, he performed last night at the free concert I went to and blew my mind. Yes, its serious.

Why March 28th was a good ass day:

1. I woke up to a direct deposit from the government for enough money to take my dream trip this June- Zanzibar->Tanzania->Kenya->Ethiopia! Your girl is going to backpack through East Africa 🙂

2. I interviewed various women in Cape Town about the rape and harassment they go through with police officers for a project at the Women’s Legal Center. It was mentally and emotionally challenging, but their stories were humbling and inspiring.

3. I went to a free concert in the city center where I drank wine, beer, DANCED like I was being tested, and discovered amazing artists like HHP and Allen Stone

4. Spoke to my cousins, my mom, and various loved ones

5. Turned 25 years old.

If someone had told me 5 years ago I would be spending my 25th birthday in Cape Town, I would have thought “who?”.

But here I am, living my day dreams.

Blessed and highly favored.

Because apparently all I’m doing in Cape Town is buying jewelry. Shame.

Anywho, these are the newest additions to my African jewelery collection, they are all about $15, a bit pricey, but you know I do love a good statement piece.

That is all.

CHAY B HAS ARRIVED!! My boo took her first international trip to come visit me!!! That is what 17 years of friendship will do, you cross continents to be reunited!

After a one day delay and lost luggage she STILL arrived all smiles and ready to go! Gotta love someone who keeps it optimistic. Anywho! I took her out for some drinks when she arrived and it got ridiculous pretty quickly lol. Per usual.

A fun filled day lay ahead in Cape Town for us…I just gotta wake this her up now!

Sidebar, that man is my neighborhood bouncer who insists on taking a picture with me every time I see him. Ridic.

This is the unofficial logo of where I am working here in Cape Town, The Women’s Legal Center.

It’s such an awesome place to work, anyone who knows me understands my love for women, and it has been a blessing to be able to add whatever little brain power I have to helping these fantastic lawyers do their job when representing women in need in South Africa.

The lawyers work on women’s rights to property, reproductive freedom, domestice violence protection, sex workers rights, and countless other issues plaguing South Africa today.

I had posted that I was going to a UN conference with them, unfortunatley due to my school/life schedule they had to send someone else. SIGH [I’m low key salty]. But I am sure there will be more opportunities in the future.

They are always looking for graduate interns, and have awesome opportunities to work in a real life international human rights, legal atmosphere. Their website is http://www.wlce.co.za/.

On this day in 1960, police opened fire and killed 69 people peacefully demonstrating against apartheid “pass laws” in the township of Sharpeville, South Africa. The notorious passbooks were a repressive tool to control the movements of black South Africans. The United Nations General Assembly subsequently declared 21 March to be the International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination and called on the international community not only to commemorate that tragedy, but also to work together to combat racism and discrimination wherever they exist.-

http://www.hrea.org/index.php?doc_id=975

I am really into Frantz Fanon. HELLO, he was a master, a philosopher, a man who should be esteemed as highly as Jean Paul Sartre, and those other white dudes we gotta read in college. In his piece “The Fact of Blackness” he speaks about the psychology of oppression.

Fanon speaks in this piece of meeting this white french dude who was a war veteran and had had his leg amputated on a train in 1950’s Paris. The french guys says to him “resign yourself to your color the way I got used to my stump; we’re both victims.” Fanon reflects on the psychoanalytical cure that has been created for many blacks, the cure from our sorrow is to accept the realities of our victimhood as the inferior race. That this is the cure to our conditions of feeling inadequate, accept our skin color as a handicap, something we can’t help. We are victims, and the white mans guilt is all the apology we need to accept our place in society.

Fanon says no, we are not the problem, “they” are. We shall not “as masters…adopt the humility of a cripple.”

I know this sensationalized version of negritude or black consciousness seems far from our realities today, that these sentiments are dated and we may have moved away from slavery or colonialism. But rest assured, there are some self identified cripples walking through our world today that need to reject the cure of acceptance of our inferiority.

We as those annoying ass “black people trying to make a difference”, know another brother or sister who see their color as a handicap, a barrier from progression. What happens to these “cripples”? They become part of the self-fulfilling “ni**as aint sh*t” prophecy that our ancestors/fathers/mothers were taught hundred of years ago (or for some of us younger folks years/months/days ago).

Can we re-educate ourselves? I say that our true cure to feeling inferior is our history. We need another black-consciousness movement to sweep through the cities, the hoods, the projects at the pace of KONY 2012. The rich history of our ancestors reverberates across time and space, let us learn it and relinquish our handicaps to the oppressor and his lasting structures.

FANON 2012 Biko 2012 Du Bois 2012 Mandela 2012 Baldwin 2012 Angelou 2012 Garvey 2012 Sirleaf 2012 Collins 2012 hooks 2012 Nkrumah 2012 Obama 2012

Why March 20th was a good ass day (me pictured on said day feeling rather peaceful):

1. I woke up the sun was shining and I said “today is going to be a good ass day”

2. My hair was working so so well after months of being in protective styles

3. I wore African clothing that my tailer made for me in Cote d’Ivoire

4. We analyzed my favorite PHILOSOPHER Frantz Fanon in a way I had never understood him to be in my Intellectuals of the African Liberation Movement class

4. My group and I did a fantastic/inspiring/hate worthy presentation of the feminist movement and the importance of intersectionality after 4 days of hard work in my Gender and Transformation class

5. I got a call from my internship inviting me to go with some of the lawyers to a two day UN conference in the Eastern Cape

6. I had a very moving conversation with my roommate

7. I got drunk with some friends and danced to Rihanna et al. until 4:00am

🙂

“Why did you decide to go natural?”- EVERYONE

“Because this is the way my hair grows out of my head.”- Moi

The first three pictures are from my big chop 2 years ago this week! WOW it has indeed been a roller coaster for my hair since then, but when I took my braids out this week, I know there was and is no other choice for me but the natural state.

And trust, I do not judge my relaxed sisters, I just choose to no longer subscribe to the politics of straight and processed hair.

That is all 🙂

Whomsoever you encounter is the right one.
Whatever happened is the only thing that could have happened.
Each moment in which something begins is the right moment.
What is over is over.
Everything is happening exactly as it should.
You are Perfectly Divine.