Welcome to a diary of my thoughts, sometimes short, sometimes tart, sometimes in learning mode, but all the time direct and honest.
As a way to kick off this blog, I am exactly as the description reads. I am black, maybe chocolatey-brown in complexion, but more widely referred to as black. I am female, yep definitely 🙂 and I am about to migrate to Canada, or at least this is what I have said I would do at the beginning of 2018. In very many circles the words Black, Migrant, and Girl have been used to connect some negativity.
The world sometimes looks as black as dirty, as less-than, as more inferior to the white race.
As a black person when you relocate to a different part of the world, especially into 1st World countries, you are called an immigrant or a migrant. No one considers the fact that you made a very aware decision to do this, that it was a legitimate process you followed and you are not begging for favors.
And then finally, when you are called a girl- not a woman or a lady, the world sometimes considers you as incomplete, with no man by your side- as immature.
I based the name of my blog on these three words because through my experiences I will reclaim and redefine what those words really mean. How much positivism can really exist in them? This blog will show you what black girl magic truly looks and feels like.
Secondly, I am moving to some place in Canada which I haven’t yet completely figured out yet, and the entire process scares the hell out of me. To help me cope, I thought of creating this blog to capture my fears, and progress made with dealing with those fears, and maybe just maybe someone else going through this exact phase in their life would be slightly braver to truly live their best life.
Welcome. I hope your time spent is fruitful here, and you don’t get bored…or I don’t get bored either.