Are you thinking of celebrating Kwanzaa this year, but not sure what it's all about? Check out the film The Black Candle: A Kwanzaa Celebration, directed by MK Asante and narrated by Madame Maya Angelou. Asante's film not only tells the story of the meaning, history and legacy of Kwanzaa, it also tells the provocative story of the African journey from a stripped and tortured people to the descendants who continue to tell their ancestors' stories, struggles, defeats and victories. This film calls for Africans in the diaspora to live the principles of the Nguzo Saba with courage and conviction.
Take a look at The Black Candle:
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And if you haven't guessed, we need to practice these principles ALL YEAR LONG.
A luta continua!
I had lunch with a group of really nice people at work today
and one of the desserts offered, after we ate our bagged lunches, was miniature pecan pies.
I was a child, I’ve had an aversion to pecan pie or anything similar to it. It
all started when I got sick as a dog after eating some of my grandmother’s
pecan pie. Don’t get me wrong, my grandmother, who lived in North Carolina, was
a great cook and pies were probably her specialty. But on this occasion after
eating her pie, my stomach churned for the better part of a day, and although I
didn’t throw up, I’m sure I had diarrhea. Thinking back, I believe at one point
I loved her pecan pies, which may have been the problem. I think I liked them a
little too much and ate too much of it. That just proves the old saying – too much
of a good thing can be bad for you. I learned the hard way.
On the other hand, I have very fond memories of my grandmother’s Chess pie and started
making my own years ago. Granted, I only make them on special occasions or to
I found a journal entry from Jan. 2, 2000 that made me just want to go back to my younger self and give myself a big HUG! My 2000 self was so sad sometimes and lost. Ladies, do yourself a favor, go back to your younger self (however you see her -- in a dream, your visions, a picture, or an old journal entry) and give her some LOVE and support.
I'd love to share the whole entry here but it's really too personal. But here's a line that perhaps some of you can identify with, if not now, then back in time. You will know the resounding answer to the problem, just after you read the line.
"Sometimes I am so lost and don’t know where or
who to turn to."
OK, so now let's hear your response, in unison.......GOD! You need to turn to GOD.