We were robbed of the most precious thing of all: the knowledge of who we are, which is kings and queens of the continent with the most natural resources of all, Africa, the Motherland, and as its people we are its greatest resource. Our value could never be quantified on a slave auction block, although they tried. We hail from Africa. Each African is worth more than the most precious Sierra Leone diamond and the purest gold from Ghana.
The African soul stretches back to the beginning of time to the depths of the universe. Everything is contained within us and nothing exists without us.
The power intrinsic to our being is that of the mighty lion or a deity. The hips, thighs, breasts and womb of our women give life to us all and nurtured civilization. We are the original Hebrews of the Bible, the chosen people, with Bronze skin and hair like wool like the God, Jesus Christ. Perhaps that’s why they hated us. They hated him too. And they hate us still.
We live, laugh, love.
That is Black. That is beautiful.
We overcome every obstacle. From the first black US president Barack Obama to the drug dealer on the corner, from Oprah Winfrey to ladies of the night walking the street, we were fearfully and wonderfully made. The only difference between those two living legends and the people on the street is that they recognized their own power and acted on it.
My dear black human being reading this right now I challenge you to recognize your own power, which is infinite. You are a child of God. Your inheritance is the kingdom. Love God, love yourself and love your neighbor and watch your blessings flow. They might try to put us down and deny our reality as royalty but I’m reminded of an old African proverb:
“The tale of the hunt will glorify the hunter until the lion can tell its tale.”
And better still…
“The mighty lion is still a lion by any other name.”
So, to close this piece I have a just few more requests:
And, thank you for being wonderfully, fearfully, you.