Is it about us being black and proud of our culture
in a nation filled with diversity of cultures?
It is the way my traditional hat covers my head artistically,
giving me a sense of a gracefully hand-made crown
passed on from generation to generation
by my ancestors from all the corners of Africa.
It is in the way my hands flatter when I narrate a story,
giving me a sense of articulation
as pride dances through my veins.
It is the way I speak to my elders with respect,
knees on the floor when taking from
or giving them something.
Our future is vanishing and our hope is diminishing.
Let us go back to the mountains and valleys of Africa
to find our roots.