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Frozen On A Thought
Published:
2/20/2013 12:23:34 PM


By Hakim Abdul-Ali


   
   It’s almost the end of Black History Month for this year and many “colored” folk, who’ve seriously observed its presence, are sad to see its soon-to-be demise.

 

   I’m one of those folks, even though I observe Black “Our-Storical” Month during the entire year, I wish that more folks would recognize that “our-story” is more than a one-month celebration of Afro-American culture and heritage.

 

   Like a solitary ethnic soul, engulfed in the thinking process of “our-storic” time, I’m “Frozen on a Thought” reflecting about the Motherland and all of her golden heritage. Just thinking about Africa “Our-Story” makes me pause with deep reverence for the piercing symbolism about this special place in creation.

 

    “As I See It,” Africa and all things relating to her makes me study about her essence. I feel that there’s something alluring about its true identity and missing link with and to the authentic history of “hue-manity.”

 

   Through the splendor of “hue-mankind’s” beginning to the horrors of the Middle Passage, Africa is forever “Frozen in My Thoughts,” because it’s where all life began. That’s where “our-story” began by God Alone’s creation, and I’m forever thankful to be a descendant of its initial people of color.

 

    Some may call my emphasis on the constant remembrance of and the appreciation for my African past as an obsession of sort. That, maybe true, and if it is, it really doesn’t bother me, because I don’t mind, nor care, what others say about me or my love of learning about things “our-storically” African.

 

   I know and realize that there’s no doubt that I’m continually “Frozen in a Thought” that always seems to academically lead me to discover more and more about the Motherland. I do this openly in my private moments and via my salient written and vocal expressions.

 

   I do love the fact that Dr. Carter G. Woodson was evidently “Frozen on a Thought” when he came up with the bold understanding that Black History was a thing to observed in 1926. He was a great thinker and scholar whose life I’ve researched and read about for decades, until I’ve felt a kinship of sort to his academic pursuits in his quest to make Africans’ histories  in America more relevant than an afterthought of casual adherences.

 

  So, I’m grateful to the Most High Alone for allowing Dr. Woodson to do what he did. We, the present day “colored” population, sometimes, forget that the sacrifices and struggles of our forefathers and foremothers laid the groundwork for many of the freedoms that we have today.

 

    As I’m now “Frozen on a Thought,” I hope that I never commit that heinous sin of forgetting the efforts of our past nobles because “to much whom is given; much is expected.” That’s what the teachers of African-American “Our-Story” always taught me to remember and write about in my earlier years of discovering how beautiful “Black is Beautiful” really, really is.

 

   Thinking of all of the valiant heroes and righteous sheroes of Black “Our-Story” challenges me to never, ever be ashamed to tell it like is about Afro-struggle and determination. Again, how else can I tell it like it is except to say that I’m “Frozen on a Thought” of positively thinking good about being an African descendant “brotha” of color, who loves being who I am.

 

   That means I don’t have to hide behind a colonial route of mis-educational escapism trying to deny who, or what I am, as, unfortunately, quite a few people of color do to. That’s an objective opinion, but I believe that sentiment is shared by many other observant African minded conscious thinking souls.

 

   In referencing that prior opinion, I wonder what some folks, who are lost in the gamut of self-denial, may feel about what’s happening to the greater African Diaspora as they seem to be lost in a “techo- global” one-world sense of forgetfulness about their ethnicity. If you are of color, do you care, or are you also lost in the circle of abject absenteeism about the cares and woes of present day Africa and her struggling masses?

 

   That’s a powerful question for the unenlightened among us to scrutinize and think about for a stone, cold moment in reflective consciousness. As I pose that thought to you, my respected reader, I, too, need to digest the heaviness of that question in an unmoving moment in wide awake thinking. 

 

   That’s where I am as I begin to wonder about the wisdom of what happen to Black History being in the shortest month of the Gregorian year and why it’s not observed by people of color year round with dire seriousness, scholarly purpose and academic intent. That’s enough to make me become “Frozen on a Thought” for the rest of February and beyond.

 

   I trust that as you continue to read  on you’ll somehow connect with my rather meaningful, literary flow today as I approach the topic of African-American cultural love and appreciation. It’s all about “our-story” and what are we going to do as people for the duration of this day, week, month and year to establish the importance of valid Black self-love and appreciation.

 

   It requires work, but it’s not hard to achieve if you and I can only learn the basics of familial unity and togetherness without hate and malice toward one another. Just “viving” on those caustic negatives makes me freeze with anger. Negativity never aids unity.

 

   I love the divine fact that God Alone created all ethnic people of color, no matter who they are throughout the various nations of “hue-manity,” to respect and get to know one another. God Alone, the Creator Alone of everything and everyone, didn’t make any errors in His (Alone) plan for creation, but it didn’t come on an easy-layaway plan.

 

   The universal initiatives of peace and love between all global nations implies that before you can love someone else, first you must learn to love who you are. That concept is stuck in my head, and I’m “Frozen on (that) Thought” as I watch this year’s Black History Month’s local and national festivities fade into distant oblivion for many thoughtless “colored” folk.

 

   For me, as I’ve said previously, it’s not that way because I’m “Frozen on a Thought” that eternally speaks out loudly that “Black is Beautiful” for now and forever. Those are warm feelings for eternity.

 

   Enjoy the rest of this month’s ebony galas of Afro-prideful celebrations. Be stationary in your solid commitment in learning more and more about Africa and folks in and of the African Diaspora.

 

   I’m “Frozen on that Thought.” Keep warm thoughts  of unity about the awesomeness of the Black Experience. For today and always, that’s, “As I See It.”

 

 

 

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