Oh yeah, it’s time to get serious about this anti-work journey by resuming all the creative projects I’ve been putting on hold. I’ve chosen content creation to be my escape vector from the indignities of racialized existence. While my coercion is set to end within two months, I’m putting my stolen time back to creative pursuits. Dealing with my mental health will also add to this difficulty.
I’ve already identified writing and drawing as my work. Sure, I’m not paid for it yet, but it makes me whole as a person. Creating has to be my work. For too long…
It’s been more than a month since my father passed. I no longer grieve his absence, for his memory lives on within my mother, my brother and myself. We are all proof of his existence of sixty-seven years on this planet. Although he only lived half of his potential lifespan, the chronic health conditions and system of white inferiorization that robbed him of his remaining time; as the system does. In reading and reflecting on the persistent anti-Blackness of my country concept, I have come to several realizations. …
In between these calls I am in pain. A pain of being. A pain that is not physical injury, but a psychic one.
A pain of being no further ahead than my ancestors were when enslaved on these continents. The pain of performing for the white gaze. The pain of making others' feeling safe and secure through the ever present threat of my elimination.
The pain of wasted years going after things I never wanted. The pain of never being seen as a full Human being. The pain of the assisne to lazy to read documentation.
The pain of knowing…
I keep breaking down at my slavery. I know it’s participating in the system of white supremacy that is causing my grief. The anxiety of having to answer to people on the phone in an Earth raping industry is my daily hell.
I’ve always hated talking. I hate talking because when I tried to speak before I was sileneced. I internalized that hurt and now that I am required to talk for pay I feel a sense of rage and sadness at being forced to talk.
I am still a slave no matter my employ. No job will every be…
Building a personal website
Writing a blog
An art youtube channel
Making a webcomic
Building a blockchain app
Learning to drive
Learning to speak languages
Dating and relationships
Learning to trade…
Dislocated African, Conditional Human and Citizen of Global Majority