For the first time in my whole life, I know the colour of my skin, I understand the effect of the beautiful deep-rooted melanin I have. I no longer blend, in the world of many, I am the young black girl, or better still, "the black person" and sometimes, the difference hits. I am often described as an ambivert, the goldilocks of introversion and extroversion; others see me as a case study noise maker, a little miss chatterbox with a flair for achieving great heights; but to me, I was the cliched African girl child, the epitome of masking because society told me to. My social identity is 'black gen Z girl,' my personality comes with the implied baggage of untamed hair, aggressive, caretaker, home builder, pride, drive, rude, and most famous "strong black woman," and the reality is that I am who God says I am. Loved, Cherished, Blessed, and definitely black and beautiful.
Dear Black Girl (in diaspora),
I hope you are doing well as you settle into your new country. I understand it can be a difficult transition, leaving behind family, friends, and the familiar culture of your home. You may find yourself in a place where you're the only one who looks like you, and believes who you believe as a young black Christian girl. I want to encourage you to stay true to your faith in this new environment. You are unique (like the best thing after sliced bread) and special in God’s eyes. God loves you, and He is there for you, every time, every day, everywhere. NO CAP.
Take time to explore the churches and ministries available in your new country. Look for a community that can provide you with spiritual nourishment and fellowship. The world is your oyster, never forget it, so see, when God created you as His child... he made every country your aisle, so sis, be comfortable.
Love Erin.
Happy New Year People of God.
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