I’m a Christian. I believe in the Father Son and Holy Spirit. I believe that Jesus rose from the dead. I believe that He is the son of God. I’m not changing those beliefs nor will I force feed what I believe onto another. Aside from knowing that, the question still haunts my inquisitive nature...Who am I? This question has been a question that I’ve asked myself since I was younger girl. The question was aimed towards my biological roots. With all of this talk about Africa and slaves and natives and America, I wanted to know where did I fit in. However, whenever I asked around I got crickets. No one really knew how deep-my blood line went. Where did we come from besides from down south? What is my birth name? Who am I? So many movies depicting people of color travels from Africa to the New World, but which one of those persons was I connected to? Was I connected to any of them? How much did they pay for them? What were their mannerisms? How did they think? Were they forward moving, creating their own lanes or did they just fall in line? Who am I? Knowing who you are helps to define your journey. I need to know where I come from. Who I’m connected to? I need to know and understand my history so somethings won’t be repeated. What are my family’s secrets? What did they chose to forget? I need to know. I want to know. Who am I?
Lakita Speaks
