The other day, the lovely Gabriella reminded me about the celebration of Black History month (which occurs every February in the States), and had the wonderful idea of sharing some prominent poems from talented African-American poets on my news feed.
However, this got me thinking of how 'warped' my mind view has become about the celebration itself. While in the States, I sort-of-got why it was good to devote an entire month to recalling the contributions of African-Americans to the country. Yet, I wondered why there wasn't a month to celebrate Asian-Americans, or hell even Native Americans. Catch my drift? In my opinion, every month should be a celebration of the ethnicities and cultures that make up the melting pot of America, but I digress.
With my return to Africa, however, I've come to truly appreciate the diversity and richness of our literary giants. It wasn't as if I wasn't aware of them before (you only need to read my blog to see some mentions of my childhood heroes), but if we're to celebrate African-American history, why not start from the roots? From where it all began?
Let me take this opportunity to congratulate you on coming up with this Powerful & Unique, Rather Propitious, Lovely and Evolving contest and running it so smoothly. And let me wish you all the good luck for all your real time adventures.
Some of you have been wonderful and sweet enough to keep asking about my welfare since 'the incident', so here's an update of sorts.
Despite my 'activity' online, things haven't been that easy, especially getting a job in my chosen profession - nursing.
Besides the lengthy issue of getting a nursing license here - which is a tedious process in itself - and the healthcare system not exactly anything to write home about (sadly), I've pretty much been working for my older sibling (who should probably get the saint of the year award considering all the personal issues he's dealing with)
Anyway, long story short - before I was unceremoniously booted out of the States, I had begun the process of getting a license exchange in Canada. That in itself has proven to be a journey and a half, and though what I received in the email the other day is something I'd rather not have to deal with (considering I haven't been in 'school' for a while), I did get some good news.
I've been invited to take a competency examination over there with the next available test date in August. Registration will be open in February with only 120 seats available and yay...$1000 fee for that as well.
Once I register, and they send me an official letter of invitation (another one apparently), I have to begin the process of getting a visa - which is a tricky situation as well. Bottom line, I might be crossing the seas again, and to be honest...I'm still in a state of 'meh' - if that makes sense. *lol*
I should be excited, shouldn't I? But my brain is still refusing to compute.
So, that's where I stand at the moment! And again, thanks to all who keep sending me emails about my current state. It really does warm the heart.