My family’s celebrated Kwanzaa since I was a kid. I always kind of felt like it was a special thing and in many respects, it means more to me than Christmas.
Today’s the first day of Kwanzaa.
Habari gani? Umoja
Umoja means unity.
I write a lot of social commentary. That’s really the reason d’etre for the ethnic hair section.
These are dark times, there is no denying.
The forces that seek to divide and destroy us seem plenty. From the election of Donald Trump, police, the Justice system, the American government and really just white people, in general, it’s starting to look like we could be witnessing an unprecedented era of division, distrust, and disappointment.
In layman’s terms, it’s getting hectic out this bitch.
But even while knowing all that, I kinda fuck with the idea of the downfall of the republic. College has made me quite the anarchist.
Cause it might honestly do us some good???? Maybe we’ll realize life is so much more rewarding when we stand together???? Like maybe social stratifications and economic gaps and racism and sexism and xenophobia are all byproducts of a single source????
If we get through life, we get through together. And we’ll all realize it sooner or later.
Idk, this is my second attempt at doing a Kwanzaa series. Last year’s was a fail lol but I’ve been reflecting on my content from this past year and I want to take this week to try to unpack all that shit. I have a lot more material to reflect on so this should be interesting.
Umoja means unity, y’all.
Happy Kwanzaa, y’all.