Black History Month is a time of reflection. This year I’ve been reflecting on my own black history and how it brought me back home to Baltimore.
Growing up black, I used to think that at a certain point in my life I would go and help the kids in Africa. Maybe it was those kids on the commercials. They were black like me, but while things may have been lacking in my family, they were really bad in Africa. My mom reminded me of that at every meal time in an effort to bring forth my gratitude, and it worked. Someday I was going to work in, and for, the Motherland. Read more on HuffPo.
Originally appeared on Huffington Post – Black Voices 2/13/2015 as part of Black History Month