I wanted to write this in real time, howsoever, I had to get home and get this Spanx off expeditiously. My vision was getting blurryš©! I also wanted to catch part of Taborās playoff game and the last CIAA semifinal.
If youāre following Kijiji, you would have seen me share Carter G. Woodsonās Black History Month Celebration. I had a feeling it was going to be a family reunion like celebration, and THAT IT WAS! Before I get to that, let me share a little about why celebrating is so important to me.

I received a call last night from one of my motherās cousins in NY who was calling to ask me to spread the word to my grandmotherās children about the passing of another cousin.
I started my day by going to the funeral of one of my fatherās cousins whose mother passed not too long ago.
During the family gathering I text another cousin on my dadās side to check on him. He told me he and his family were good and he was in Baltimore waiting to finish his last Zoom so he could go enjoy the CIAA. He mentioned being told about the passing of the cousin whose funeral I was attending, and that he couldnāt place his face because heās been gone from the city for so long. His parents typically helped him remember people. They both died last year š.
We discussed the need to learn about family especially since we have kids who are in/going to college and may mess around and date a cousin š«£. I told him I was determined to learn and LIVE because Iāve been to ENOUGH funerals.
Itās āBuy Blackā everyday for me so I introduced ByGood Coffee to a friend to celebrate his birthday. There, we ran into a lot of familiar faces who were all doing their part to make sure Black folk get what we deserve. We laughed, swapped memories, and shared plans. One thing we ALL had in common wasā¦we were so glad itās Friday!

*For you nosey people*
Yes I worked today. Iām simply sharing details that make my point about why itās important to celebrate life. Oh, and mind yo bitness ššš¾
Getting dressed for The Ultimate Black History Month Celebration was next on the list, so I could party and receive an award š«¢. I got dressed at my momās which included a regular reminder of me encouraging her to do certain things with her life because of what she encouraged her parents to do with theirs šš¾.

Thank you to Rasheedah Bey, my high school classmate and fellow HBCU Alumna, for including me! I want to thank her mother, Ms. Hazel Mack, for putting her vision into action by founding Carter G. Woodson School and creating space for us at Other Suns! I know Rasheedah made the Executive Director, Darlene Steele, use my work email because she knew I couldnāt say I didnāt see the invitation š¤¦š¾.
Itās an absolute privilege to be Black and to fellowship together with the elders who have paved the way. Michai sat next to me and we were asked to move down to make room for a man and woman. He asked who the man was because everyone kept coming to talk to him during the program? The manās hat obstructed my view and I didnāt want to stare, so I told him he was more than likely a Black Panther since they typically show up to celebrate one another. At the end, I saw that it was Dr. Larry Little!!! Of course everyone wanted to talk to him šš¾.
People like him, Ms. Hazel, and so many courageous others are examples of why I canāt quit. I.CANNOT.QUIT!!! WE.CANNOT.QUIT!
Continue to āBuy Blackā everyday (I bought Michai some Beard Balm and me some earrings from the vendors), follow Carter G. Woodson on IG (lifeofacgweagle), celebrate LIFE because āfolk dying who aināt never died beforeā, and DO.NOT.QUIT!!!