Disclaimer - This post contains references to suicide which some readers may find triggering.
Being African and depressed is a huge stigma. I should know, I have witness it first hard. I would like to hope that African parents out there realise this is an illness that doesn't only affect white people, it affects everyone.
Well I'm not, there are quite a few of us actually but I thought it was a good title.
So you have graduted and finally got your first office job. Or like me you dropped out, needed a job and this just happened to come your way. Either way congrats! You are one step closer to being an adult and have entered the real world.
Just as the greatest living performer of our time said "I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it" - Beyonce. Right now I love what I'm seeing from my young women of colour. It seems as though now a days we're all working hard to achieve our dreams.
There are so many black owned businesses created by women! *twirlssss*. To be honest it's amazing to see people have an idea and bring it to life.
I was sweating but I didn't care. My knees were still stinging from their multiple encounters with the gravel, but I didn't care. I was struggling to catch my breath but still, I didn't care. I could no longer smell the heavy city air. It was replaced with air that was thick with history, culture, and pride. I was on top of Olumo Rock in Nigeria.
We’ve all seen that quote ‘too young to settle down, too old to play around’. Well that’s me right now. I’m 21, 22 in a few months (April 21st if you want to send me gifts) and I’m not here for wishy-washy. Whether that be in regards to relationships, career, or spirituality.
I am a Christian and in church when I was growing up I’d hear ‘God doesn’t like lukewarm’. Last year quote became reality. You have to either be hot or cold. I was stuck in a place with a person who was lukewarm with me