Being a Certified Life Coach, I have learned not to settle in any area of my life. In the past, I would get excited about Black History Month. I would choose a different person to write about each year. In 2018, I picked Josiah Henson; in 2019, it was multiple good news stories that featured black people, and in 2020 it was Michelle Obama quotes on my Instagram.
One day I decided not to celebrate Black History month anymore. I have an incredible history. Why would I allow my past to be reduced to 28 or 29 days? Is it because my history is ignored by so many? Is it not important enough to be put in schools?. Black History Month is no longer sitting right in my spirit, and I needed to address how I was feeling. I want to see black history events all year round. I want to celebrate from January to December.
Before I dive into my decision not to celebrate Black History month, I want to thank all the people who came before me. They made it possible for me to be here. I thank Africa for respecting women in leadership roles and contributing to the world on a level that no other country can even compare.
I appreciate all the African Kings & Queens that did great things. I know slavery is a part of my history, and I accept that. I have forgiven the black people that contributed to the slave trade; I know your intentions were not to hurt us as an entire race.
I thank Carter G. Woodson and a list of others who encouraged introspection on our history.
My history is vast, and it takes time to learn it. I won’t subject myself to celebrating for only 29 days. That’s a commitment I made to myself, my parents, husband and my children.
I’m fascinated by history, especially when I look at black men & women. I often wonder where they are from? What is their history? Travelling to the Dominican Republic opened my eyes to a whole new world of blackness. I was surrounded by people who look like me but didn’t speak the same language. It was a weird feeling; I realized how uncultured I was I assumed when you are black; then you should speak English or maybe an African language.
I celebrate my blackness every day. I refuse to think I would not get hired for a job because I am black. I may not get hired for a job because the person doing the hiring is ignorant. My blackness is a jewel, and sometimes it’s too bright for some people to handle.
I celebrate my blackness every day by being careful with the words I use in front of my children. I do not downplay the importance of having a man in my life or the household. I teach them that their value is not in their pants; it’s in their minds. I married a King, who loved his mother and supports our family in a way that is inspiring. I celebrate my grandparents, I reach out to them and remind them that I love them, and I respect the struggle that they had to go through so I can exist. I celebrate my parents and children by giving them respect and recognizing the good they have brought to my life and their impact on the world. I am grateful. I am so appreciative.
I celebrate my blackness every day by being cordial with my brothers and sisters. We may not be related, but the melanin bounds us in our skin. I support black businesses when I can, and I make sure I give the nod as I walk by to show respect and to let them know that I see the struggle, and I show love.
I celebrate my blackness by loving myself and sharing my experiences with other races, so they will see that I don’t want to live in a colorblind world. I want my colour to be seen and respected, and it is. I see it, I see me. I celebrate me.
Check out this link on exploring African History. Let’s explore daily.