A poof of blood dissipating into the air is all we saw. Ahmaud’s struggle against the white man and his shotgun took them outside our...

As Mother's Day comes to a close I wanna give a shout out to all the MOTHERS OF BLACK BOYS. Who fret about what their boys wear because...

Twice a week I facilitate an online Book Club with the hope of coming out of this quarantine with a remnant more educated, equipped, and...

The gun was pressed into the right side of my back, just below the rib cage, and the officers hand had a tight grip on my left upper arm...

Today is the day when dreams died. The day that everything we had devoted ourselves to, everything we have suffered for, everything we...

Read Part I Here As my face was pressed against the asphault of this Soweto back road, I could feel the loose grit and gravel poking into...

I saw his door open and watched a set of large gloved hands pull him from the driver seat next to me and onto the pavement. I saw his...

Beloved tribe, we live in an era where divides are deepening, and that great chasm called RACE undergirds tham all. Some experts call it...

My resolve has been deep to give my boys a Zulu last name; for them to maintain a tangible, kinesthetic connection to the land of their...

For several annoying logistical reasons, when the three of us finally entered the US we all three had different last names. At the time that

It was early October, 2016, and catastrophe was brewing. I knew something was coming, but I didn’t know what, exactly. Hard to describe a...

The second day he was at home with me I wondered if he would actually comprehend a conversation about his name. At 18 months old, he only...

In most non-western, 2/3 world cultures, names are sacred. They are not chosen for the mere aesthetic of how they roll off the tongue.

**(Please read Part 1)** People are being hunted down like animals in the street and Christianity is quickly descending into irrelevance....

It seems to me the Black Community has earned a (not-so) “new” nickname in America: “THE HUNTED.” The world is watching as the the “Land...

I was still in my mother's womb when those smoking guns went off. I was three gestational months old when school uniforms fell like...

On Tuesday, my littlest one – my foster son - had surgery at Baragwanath Hospital in Soweto. The notorious Baragwanath Hospital in...

I have not saved Soweto. Nope. Not even close. And I didn't come here to save Soweto, either. I am fortunate enough to have grown up in...