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I'm a naturalized Caribbean immigrant in the grand old U.S.A. I live in the Hillcrest neighborhood of Ward 7 and I'm a forever-journalist. I started my first career as a magazine editor and I haven't been able to give it up. When I started this blog, I was knee-deep into my fourth career as a government public relations specialist. However, I have been heading up my editorial staffing company, Invisible Colours LLC out of my Ward 7 neighborhood. I'm expanding my company's brand by offering video production and other social media technologies for clients. This blog follows my journey as a 40-something-year old in Washington, D.C. Married for several years, I have three kids--a boy and two girls. I am blessed, and I'm loving all that God has given me. I have a master's in journalism from Columbia University and a bachelor's of arts from the University of the West Indies. I hope I can offer a little insight into my life and my experiences. Writing serves as a catharsis for me. It is what I do best. It is what I love. It is who I am.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

A Novel I've Been Working On

Like most of my peers, I'm working on a novel. Only difference with me is, I've been working on it since 1998. Below is a piece. Let me know if it peaks your interest.

FOR THE LOVE OF JESSARA


Two spirits in search of one another
Finally reunited while traveling through
the African Diaspora………..

The smells and the sounds of Africa seemed familiar. Jessara Ruth looked around at the dusty ruins but could not put her hand on it. She had been here before. Her spirit lived here. She might have been bound in the chains of slavery as she left on a slave ship. She folded her arms in front her breasts and shivered a little, as she stood in a former slave holding in Elmina Castle in Ghana, West Africa. Aaruellen Walker walked up behind her, gently touching her shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes, this is like deja vu,” she said. “Ghosts walked on this spot, and I feel my spirit was there with them.” He didn’t laugh.
“Well, you know our ancestors believed in returning to our origin,” he said. “I’m just touched that I made this journey back to Ghana. I feel as if I’m home.” She smiled at his back as he walked away, heading toward the rest of the crowd they were with.
“Welcome home, my brothers and sisters,” said their guide, Kwame. “Welcome home, Akwaaba, Akwaaba.” Aaruellen looked through the crowd at Jessara and smiled. They met five days ago on this trip back to Africa to celebrate Thanksgiving. About 60 or so other Black people from America and the Caribbean made the exodus to the Motherland.
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1 comment:

Victoria said...

I already read and voted on your blog. Very interesting, can't wait to read all about jessara.

March 31, 2011 at 11:33 PM

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