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Depression Confession

My Name is Talitha Anyabwelé and I have suffered from depression. I have felt worthless and invisible. I have wallowed in barrels of self-pity and almost drowned in self-doubt and hatred. I have considered suicide because I couldn't stand the sight of rainbows or anything vibrant. The colors were too…

Up In Arms

[caption id="attachment_1001" align="alignright" width="262"] Feeling Full of Life[/caption] I stay woke Like for real It's 3am And I can't sleep Because I feel my son Kicking and swirling Flipping and shifting Readying himself for this world And, fear has me wondering If it'd be easier for him If he was…

Part I: The Holy Argument

[wpvideo 53OmkuN8] (In this article, I'm addressing  those who care about the plight of black people and humanity in general. I have no interest in entertaining or trying to enlighten the weight of bigotry and ignorance at perilous times such as this.) "Where is the outcry when black people kill…

Tokyo or Bust!

Day 1Pregnant six months and change, traveling with my adult baby and my three-year-old for close to seven hours from Singapore to Tokyo with heartburn and indigestion,  I am welcomed by the refreshing musk and salty air of the Pacific Ocean, warm smiles & semi-bows, and repetitious greetings of "Domo…

Have a Seat at My Table

There are two older women cooking in my kitchen, and neither is my mother, grandmother, or close aunt. Considering the fact that for many southern American women such as myself, the kitchen is a sacred place where traditions are continued, future generations are pruned, and recipes are kept in furtive…

Blue Ivy & the Hairistocracy

Blue Ivy and the Hairistocracy Everyone, hide your eyes! Blue Ivy has once again had the nerve to leave the house and not care about what we think about her hair!! And, her weave-wearing, designer handbag toting, "Flawless" mama is to blame and should be forever condemned to the seventh…

Do It For the Vine

Affluent white men in expensive cotton tees or custom suits sit around exclusive cafes in Hollywood and casually create movies about the type of life we're living here in Singapore. Of course, the characters never look like us because that would make the surreal even more unbelievable, but it's our stories just…

Don’t Pinch Me

I have died and gone to the JW Marriott in Dubai! If this is a dream, let me slumber. With my king beside me, my kibibi underfoot, and my blessing inside me,  I've seen the sunrise and moonlight dance together over the vast view of ornate mosques, galloping horses dark…