Sankofa 2010: The Beauty, The Warning, & The Offering

I meditated on what sacrifice and offerings meant to me. Usually, the first thing to came to my mind was the sacrifice of Christ. It dissolved into visions of crosses to nooses, my grandfathers hanging from trees. My grandmothers working their fingers to the bone, ever silent in their trauma and suffering. It hit me. Hard. Documented a million times over, my ancestors were and are my Jesus. They died for me, literally. … GO IN…Sankofa 2010: The Beauty, The Warning, & The Offering

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