The soft thud of the djembe harmonized with the sound of tapping rain; We were protected. The shelter covered the group of us African women awaiting a turn to drop paper in a hat. Each woman and girl wrote their name on it with intent to win a chance to trace their genetic roots. The cold winds pressed them closer together, each wrapped up, anxious for the results. My regal little sister Anpu hopefully presented the hat to me so that I could withdraw the lucky slip. I tossed my hand in and closed my eyes, allowing my intuition to guide me. I grabbed, unfolded it and read into the mic, “Sashat”.
Rewind just hours earlier and I remembered seeing a young woman praying in the AGDO Ancestors Worship Cove. I appreciated how beautiful she looked kneeling before the spiritual throne. Quietly retreating from the leafy green cover as to not interrupt, I could hear the light rain pat each leaf like a keyboard on it’s fall downward, playing on my emotions. Her very presence made the area sacrosanct and I was proud to have designed the space.
Now I stood before all, calling a name aloud, darting my eyes from face to face for a reaction. I heard someone proclaim, “That’s me! I won,” I looked and it was her; it was the same woman who I saw praying earlier. Her palms covered her face as she approached the very throne she prayed before just hours earlier in that cove. The throne is a spiritual vessel intentionally designed by a local African woman. It is used for access to spiritual and emotional recall memory. Each color, shape, line and dot has cultural significance that was highlighted on this very day as she sat in it to reclaim her rightful place on her path through life.
The drummer increased the tempo while Anpu presented the handmade purple chest covered in alabaster ankhs to Sashat at the spiritual throne. It was open and shone bright, exposing the black African Ancestry envelope set deep in a bed of sparkling mock crystal gems. She received it and after listening to instruction, swiped inside her cheeks with special swabs. I asked women in the crowd to guess where she may be from and we eagerly shared in the excitement. What an experience!
I explained the importance of utilizing the African Ancestry DNA test kit versus the other DNA tracing companies. Because it is African (black) owned with black scientists who employ the largest database of African tribal memory (DNA) in the world, we revolutionize our experience in reclaiming our history and identity. The community (what is now called a tribe) is important as the current African (so called) countries were illogically carved during the Berlin Conference of 1884.
Months later, Sashat and I went to meet and share the results over brunch in downtown Detroit. The restaurant was buzzing and no one had a clue that something so pivotal was happening just a table away. The African Ancestry kit was beautifully organized and presented a certificate that revealed that she is Cameroonian, particularly from Bioki Islands. We laughed and embraced and shared in her moment. I remember feeling as though I learned where I was from!
African Girls Day Out is made real only through serving sisters around the world. It’s our time to restore harmony on Earth starting with positive self identity as African people. Information arms us so we no longer need to be ashamed. We also cannot serve individualistic and selfish ideas such as “I’m from Georgia,” We must remember who we are and that will bring us truth, happiness, understanding and bring revolution to the world. They call us minority when we acknowledge their borders but, we are truly the majority!
We are “One Africa! One Nation! One Billion Strong!”
Africa is waiting for us to come home and African Girls Day Out helps us remember who we are and why home is Africa.
Come enjoy African Girls Day Out 2019.