Language is divine.

Communication from the brethren of solidarity

Soulful,pure,and genuine

Why must you have a say? Why should my native tongue enrage you? 

Do you know the origin or scars of this language? Can you see the words written so generously  in the stars?

I know that the place that surrounds me is of American soil. However, I do not know why you expect me to forget the original place that calls to me, to quell the language that's in my heart, that energizes my faith, that’s composed for my people

So when my 74 year old grandmother, Deborah Edgal, from a small village in the depths of Nigeria, called Ibadan, says “ oyin jowo ka eyi si mi” to me while we sit in the Barnes & Noble cushion lined chairs, think before you speak.

Think about the abject poverty, think about the red dirt scorched by the suns never ending rays, think about the orphanages overflowing with starving children, think about the scarce water supply, think about the grueling hours in the markets trying to make coin for your family, think about the wars, the violence, the theft, think about the life and land that my grand ma ma grew bloomed in 

Use a giving hand of kindness, curiosity, acceptance,and appreciation; instead of a sword of anger, insecurity, malice, and prejudice. 

Allow me to honor my people, to speak the language of red sand, to feel my heritage.