I define myself as an African in America...period. For I have the right to define self. To further define me. I am African first for the blood of my ancestor are in touch with the very essence of my soul. And to paraphase "Maya Angelo": it is in my walk, the sway of my hips, the slope of my breast, the windows to my soul, the chocolateness of my sun-kissed skin, I am African phenomonally...happenstance...well, by way of the a slave ship...they drop my mommy and daddy here in America so many years ago...we lived, we died, we slaved, we be free, they were with me in the beginning and have awaken self in me now.
WHEN THE HELL FORCES IS KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR AND THE DEVIL IS OUT TO DESTROY, GOD COMMANDS YOU TO ORDER PEACE INTO YOU LIFE. MMMMM...IS THAT NOT WONDERFUL. LIVE, LOVE, AND GET ON YOUR KNEES \O/ KDO