Imagine waking up in handcuffs, on a ship going somewhere you don’t know. You have a loving wife and four kids. You have no idea where they are at this point. Upon arriving at this unknown destination, your name is changed. You had a culture, tribe, and traditions but they all have been stripped awayContinue reading “Being African American”
Why do I exist? I’m sure I’m not the first one to ask myself that one question. I was raised a faithful Jehovah’s Witness who believed that we were the only true worshipers of God.