February is a month dedicated to celebrating black history. I am one person who has considered race to be sacred. Growing up, I never thought much about my race. After all, I was born and raised in Zimbabwe, a sub-Saharan country. Most people looked like me or had a slightly different shade of black.
Studying abroad in the United States and Australia made me become conscious of my skin colour and be aware of racism. Yet, despite all this, I’m still honoured that God created me as a black woman, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I’ll end my post with a post I wrote in 2013 when I was a senior in college at Hofstra University in New York.
“Celebrating Black History Month: Honoring a people who endured colonisation, slavery, prejudice, segregation amongst other atrocities. I am honoured to be a descendant of such a resilient and persevering race. I am proud and blessed to be black, and I would not have it any other way. Like me, my descendants will be standing on the shoulders of giants…” – Sibonginkosi Abigail Moyo(13 February 2013 – Facebook Post)