Negra With Tumbao celebrates its one year blogiversary. Yesterday, my second baby turned one. I thought about celebrating and doing something huge and outrageous to commemorate the event but pomp and circumstance isn’t me. When I launched my blog last year, I needed a space to express my sadness, my triumphs, my anger and my love for Africa and her diasporans. My love for us. I needed this space to regain my sanity and to find myself again. Negra With Tumbao personifies every black woman who has ever touched my life. My mami, my sister, mis amigas, mis comadres, my aunts….even my readers. Almost 32,000 of you have cried, laughed and ranted with me.
This song by Stevie Wonder just speaks to what this blog and my readers mean to me. Please click play.
I could never express my gratitude to you for allowing me to be who I am. Right, wrong, or indifferent. I have been writing since I was a kid. I’ve competed and I’ve used paper and pen as an outlet since I can remember. However, there was a time when I didn’t write. I was empty and it wasn’t for lack of inspiration. It was the heaviness of life. Black life. Rather death and I had seen my fair share of it. I had loved and lost. I was numb.
I began to do beauty and lifestyle writing for Young Republic and then I was empty again. As much as I love beauty and makeup (I owned a luxury cosmetics line) and writing about it, it wasn’t enough for me. I couldn’t speak in MY voice. My west side of Detroit, bilingual, get in your ass voice. The words were sitting in my head and heart waiting to leave my fingertips. I started my blog and then I started to write and it was liberating. The tears flowed and the laughter shook my walls. I was back. I had joy. Unspeakable joy!
Writing a blog and having people read your thoughts is like having a room full of your best girlfriends and y’all have cocktails and kikis and come up with ways to change the world together. We can change the world. Together. Black people changing the world!
Thank you for sharing this dream and this passion with me. Thank you for allowing my thoughts and feelings to encourage conversations, to make you angry and to make you fight and to keep me fighting.
We can fight tomorrow but for now….