Naija: I am HERE for your food

Before heading to Lagos, I squared away my necessary travel logistics:

1. Window seat: check.
2. Nigerian visa: check.
3. List of delicious things and places to eat: check.

It’s no secret that culinary tourism is one of my favorite parts of travel. It’s why I gain 15 lbs of foie gras in France and why I spent more time hunting down Oahu’s best poke and Korean butterfish than on the beach.

I landed in Lagos with a list of the most necessary Nigerian dishes to check out, curated by some of the awesome peeps in the Nomadness Travel Tribe. I didn’t know what any of the names meant–moi moi, elegusi, suya, dodo, pounded yam–but I knew I had to have it all.

Over seven days I diligently knocked down the names on the list, discovering the flavors of tradition Yoruba, Igbo and Hausa cuisine. I also enjoyed some fantastic pizza pizza, Nutella, piña coladas and a healthy dose of wine.

A few highlights:

1. This stuff is HOT

Sure it’s 102 degrees outside, but that doesn’t stop this food from lighting up the inside of your mouth like a flame thrower at Kanye concert. I loved every. single. bite. In every meal, my eyes watered, I sucked in air (which we all know does nothing to aid the plight) and gulped down water. Nothing helped, but I kept going back for more. Lemme say this, I don’t think I tasted anything Nigerian that wasn’t spicy.

Jollof rice taking center stage

Jollof rice taking center stage

Elegusi - stew made with ground melon seeds and meat

Elegusi – stew made with ground melon seeds and meat

Moi Moi

Moi Moi

Hot Pepper Soup! So incredibly spicy. So delicious.

Hot Pepper Soup! So incredibly spicy. So delicious.

Ugba - a traditional salad made with shredded nuts and stock fish

Ugba – a traditional salad made with shredded nuts and stock fish

Efo Riro - a vegetable stew with cow leg (tendon I think) flanked by pounded yam

Efo Riro – a vegetable stew with cow leg (tendon I think) flanked by pounded yam

2. The sun never sets….

….on the British Empire. Thanks to the Imperial conquests of the Brits back in the day, there’s a lot of mixing between their former colonies. In Lagos, as a result you have a lot of Indians and Indian food. I enjoyed one of the best Samosas of my life at a rather posh restaurant called Spice Route. Also Perfect Mutton stew and fantastic tandoori.

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The Hair Culture of Lagos

Years ago, I always imagined Africa as the home of all things natural hair, the place where I could go find those magical juices, berries and maybe some sort of indigenous nut oil that would allow my hair to thrive. When we think about Africa as the place to “go back to our roots”, it would only make logical sense that the root of the natural hair movement is also found on the continent. It wasn’t until I saw this photo oh-so-long-ago that made me start to think I had it all wrong:

Young women performing in Umhlanga (The Reed Dance), an eight-day event in which thousands of unmarried and childless Swazi women travel from all over the country to perform for the royal family. (Photo by Elton Anderson)

Young women performing in Umhlanga (The Reed Dance), an eight-day event in which thousands of unmarried and childless Swazi women travel from all over the country to perform for the royal family. (Photo by Elton Anderson)

As these women perform their native tribe dance, there is nary a natural curl in sight. Not a single one.

A similar observation began even before I hit the ground in Nigeria. On my plane, I observed ZERO other natural women, only relaxers, weaves and braids. Sure, beneath those weaves and braids the hair might be natural, but the inherent impression is that of a preference for straight, long hair. If the hair is worn short, it’s done so in a way that’s much more Halle Berry-pixie than Solange-TWA.

For days, this parade of weaves and relaxers continued through our adventures in Lagos. One would think that with such a cultural prominence, the hair would at least be healthy looking and well-styled. Unfortunately the opposite: I’ve never seen so many edges ripped out, broken ends and damage. Even young girls had patches missing from over applied relaxer.

We in the west set the global trends of black culture; it’s particularly hard to stomach that this is our beauty contribution to Africa. Just like we in the States had to conform to this a Eurocentric-standard of beauty, I wonder if the pressure to straighten was even stronger living under the influence of a colonial power.

Nevertheless, we were there to provide natural hair education and to empower women to wear their own hair. As a tribe of natural hair wearers rolling through Lagos, we certainly caused a stir because it was a rare sight to see.

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Nigerian Natural Hair Show: Recap + Gallery

After months and months of preparation, last Saturday the Nigerian Natural Hair Show went DOWN and it was so much fun!!! The Kinky Apothecary team knocked it out of the park, putting together a fabulous 8 hours of educational programming and an fantastic expo. The event took place at The Federal Palace Hotel here in Lagos, Nigeria and over 200 naturalistas came from Lagos, greater Nigeria and even other African countries to learn, shop and snap selfies–lots of selfies– in their fantastic natural styles.

The day started off with a panel discussion facilitated by Nibi Lawson, Founder + CEO of Kinky Apothecary. I was honored to sit on-stage alongside an inspirational (not to mention GLOBAL!) group of women including Felicia Leatherwood (Celebrity Stylist), Obia Ewah (Obia’s Naturals), Ijeoma Eboh (KlassyKinkys), Ngozi Opara (Heat Free Hair) and Wunmi Akinlagun (Woman in the Jungle).

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I hopped on stage to present my workshop “The Top 10 Natural Hair Mistakes I’ve Made (and how to avoid them yourself)”. See, as a blogger, you’re often only posting the finished, polished and sometimes even photoshopped final photos of the natural hair journey. The truth is that going natural is HARD and even we bloggers still make mistakes, especially when starting off. I wanted to open up and give an authentic perspective on the struggle that is so real, but stand up as an example that with a bit of patience and perseverance—in the end it all turns out a-okay.

Towards the end of my talk, I also explained that one of my main goals with my blog is to meet and get the stories of naturals around the world, so I encouraged everyone to come find me and we could snap a shot with my selfie-stick. And BOY did these Nigerian Naturals sure love taking those selfies! I think I’ll write some sort of new African proverb that starts “If you give a woman a selfie stick, she’ll look as fire as the African sun.” Something like that… I’ll work out the copy soon, but for realz, people love the ‘Stick. It brought out a lot of smiles and laughs.

The rest of the day, all the other speakers hit the stage and I chatted with the local naturals, asking questions, helping them shop for products, and doing a little shopping myself (hey-o!)–I can’t leave these Ankara fabrics alone while I’m here….

Huge shout out to Nibi and team for pulling off such a fantastic event. Education is the MOST important part of the natural hair movement and she is such an inspirational example of drive and passion for providing that education to the women of Africa.

Now, without further ado, my full gallery of images:

1st Day Hair: Not My Thing (even in Nigeria)

Tomorrow! Yes, FINALLY tomorrow is the big day—the Nigerian Natural Hair Show is finally here. As a featured presenter, I started prepping my hair for said big day, well….last week.

I’ve come to realize, that I really, truly, honestly dislike my first day hair. As a Wash’n’Go advocate, I find that my freshly washed style is just never my favorite. Sure, my ringlets are fully popped, I’ve got tons of shine, my hair hangs long, but I don’t know…I just feel that I look like some sort of wet cat.


See the displeasure in that face? Yea, that’s me.

Okay, maybe I’m not THAT upset, but I feel like my hair never hits its stride until day three or four. A few reasons:

1. It’s a little TOO perfect. I find that the beauty of natural hair is in its “imperfections”. I like a little frizz, a little gesture–it shows personality.
2. It’s too flat. It shows off all the angles of the cut, there’s no smooth, rounded out flow. I want my hair reaching for the sky.
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Lagos: The Arrival

At the end of the jetway, a man calls my name. Cassidy?


Welcome to Lagos.

He grabs my wheeled suitcase from my hand and we take off—and I mean take off in a 0-to-60, just beneath a full run sort of way. As we zip past the people who deplaned before me, he makes conversation, politely telling me that it’s time to hustle. “I hope your flight was good. I don’t want to cause you any stress, but this is where we move fast,” he says. I secure my backpack even tighter and take my speed up a notch. We are bobbing and weaving and zigging and zagging through the labyrinth of the arrivals gates. Windows are open everywhere. It’s hot, humid and I am glad that I do lots of cardio.

We pause at our first queue. “Do you have your Ebola screening?” he asks. I do. I produce a paper on which I have made several checkmarks confirming that I have not been with a person who has died of a hemorrhagic fever in the last three weeks. Either way the agent shoots a white temperature-taking gun at my forehead. Twice. The second time asking me to move my travel-weary curls out of the way so she can get a better read. My passport is now a constant reminder of this Lagosian precaution.


The sprint continues onto the immigrations officials. I produce the blue arrival form Delta gave to me on the plane. A man in a tan uniform tells us that this is not the form they are using anymore, but luckily for us he has the right one. I look at the crisp blue Delta form and the wrinkled white slip this officer had jammed in is pocket. I have my doubts, but my handler nods me on to take it. So I do. I have a suspicion that without my speedy little friend this form could have cost me a pretty penny. At the immigration desk, the man takes one look at my visa, stamps my passport and we are through. I feel slightly jilted that my Nigerian visa, which took days of errands, hours of organizing and hundreds of dollars received less than 15 seconds of attention. Whatever. We are through. I am officially in Lagos.

Outside the airport, a beret wearing officer casually dangles an assault rifle from his pinkie. I’m hustled into a car with my driver and we drive into the hot afternoon sun.


There are people everywhere. Cars everywhere. Yellow buses filled with people everywhere. People and cars jammed together in what could be a four lane highway, except there are no lanes and cars seem to drive wherever they need; diagonal if they must. People are on medians, shoulders of the road, shoulders of other people and in between the cars. Men and women walk against the flow of traffic selling peanuts, icy sodas, children’s pajamas and… is that a 4 foot poster of a Lamborgini on top of the Manhattan skyline? It sure is.


Our driver locks the door as we enter the 4:30pm grid lock. Other cars, however, are indeed buying. One car rolls does roll down their window for a beer, the vendor strolling alongside the car while making change. A commercial comes on the radio. It’s the state traffic and roadway safety commission encouraging people not to cross the expressway and to use the pedestrian bridge. Still, outside our windows the steady stream of people flows around bumper to bumper traffic as it inches forward. Another man stops our car. He is selling chargers, I consider this a more pragmatic offering than the flannel pajamas hanging on another man’s hangers. We politely decline and he walks away. Traffic breaks and it’s onward into Lagos.

Back to Africa: The Nigerian Natural Hair Show

Early on in my days of blogging, I developed an eye and an ear for the goings on in the global natural hair community. It started with stumbling across a photograph of a super dope natural hair cut taken in Swaziland and over time has allowed to travel to several international cities in the name of natural hair.

My very first international natural hair interviews was with a Nigerian naturalista named Nibi Lawson, owner of The Kinky Apothecary. I did the interview over gChat. Me waking up early in the morning to catch Nibi, right before she went to bed. I recently dug the interview back up (you can read the full transcript here), and one of the things that has always stuck with me is Nibi’s claim that in Africa, natural hair is often seen as too afrocentric:

People tend to conform to more ‘western’ ideals. I’ve had people say I’m really ‘afrocentric’ in a negative way, which is weird as well, what’s more afrocentric than actually being african, which all of us here are. But yeah, I hope I am able to change people’s misconceptions.

To me, this concept hits at the root of everything the natural hair movement is aiming for.

Nibi and I have stayed connected through the years and I’m honored to have been invited as a guest speaker at the Nigerian Natural Hair Show!!!!!


It’s been three years since I took my first trip to Africa during which I visited Dakar in Senegal, an experience that made quite a lasting impression on me. I start my voyage to Lagos in just a few short hours (!!!!!). but couldn’t be more excited for what’s to come!

Some highlights I’m looking forward to:

  • The hair show of course! It’s going down this Saturday. I’ll be speaking on a panel (love panels) and can’t wait to check out all the exhibitors and meet the guests
  • Eating Suya, Moi moi, Catfish Pepper Soup and Pounded Yam. Naturally, I’m right on top of my culinary research game
  • Scoping the view from the top of the Intercontinental. Lagos is one of the largest cities in the world. The view is supposed to be bomb. I will be brining my selfie stick for suuuuuure
  • Visiting the barbershops of Lagos! I’m taking a couple days to visit the men’s grooming world and document the Lagos scene for BevelCode
  • FELA KUTI DANCE CLASS!!!!! Need I say more!?!?!?
  • The markets. I always love checking out the local markets
  • Sharing the experience with YOU! Stay tuned for stories and photos from the road!

The toll it took on me.

If you know me, you know that I love to travel.  Flying to new places away from home and immersing myself in new cultures has been a wonderfully enriching experience, one that has given me perspective, growth and inspired not just creativity, but understanding, patience and flexibility as I engage with people across geographic boundaries.   For the last year, I found myself not home, but ELSEWHERE almost 2 weeks out of every month.  Looking back, that was a lot of time, but  I was blessed with the opportunity to return to Europe for the first time since studying abroad seven years ago, take my first trip to Africa, make extended stays at home in Minneapolis with my family.  I also sprinkled in visits to New Orleans(thrice), Chicago (twice), Los Angeles (thrice), Florida, New York (twice), Las Vegas, DC, the Virgin Islands and Honolulu in there as well.

However, after I returned home from Dakar last December, I was just tired.  Tired of security lines, red eyes, hotel rooms, delays, airport food and schlepping 75-pounds of luggage for two weeks at a time.  And more than tired, I felt unrooted, disconnected and out of balance.  Turns out when I made my home an airplane, my REAL home–the one in San Francisco where I sleep in my big pink bed, host my beloved dinner parties, eat with roommates and shoot the shit with neighbors on my stoop–had become as foreign as the places to which I was jetting.  Coming home to hibernate away from the world only to leave six days later is no way to maintain a home, friendships or personal sense of equilibrium.

I haven’t been on a plane since December 4th, 2012 and that’s the longest span of time I’ve been on the ground in the past two years!  Don’t get me wrong, I know that I am very fortunate to be able to travel so much.  But now that I’ve been home, I’ve realized the the toll it took on the things I truly value that make me a whole person. In a way, it became easier to be away than home; now that I’ve nestled back into my routines, committed to community (hell-O Team In Training!) and re-established focus on my work, I very much appreciate the stability that a non-flying routine affords.  In a word, I just feel mentally and spiritually healthier and it shows: my skin is clear and I’ve lost 20 pounds!  

Aside from a trip to Chicago in early March, I’m going to be keeping my wheels on the ground for the next few months and I’m looking forward to rebalancing, refocusing and recharging.  What it means in terms of NaturalSelectionBlog is that I HAVE A LOT OF EXCITING STUFF ON THE HORIZON!!!!  All of the travel time (read: no WiFi and just a journal) have left me with a lot of ideas that are starting to sprout and come to life!  So trust, you ain’t seen nothing yet.


Now that said, you can take the girl off the plane, but you can’t take the plane off the girl.  No really, you can’t because I’ve got one tattooed on my arm.


I definitely still have my eyes set on those distant far off horizons.  But for now, I’m going to zip my desires to experience the rhythms of Brasil, flavors of India and  vibrant metropolises of Morocco safely into my suitcase and pack them away until later.


Oui Oui! We’re headed back to Paris!

Ah the City of Lights, there’s nothing like it. Especially now that the natural hair movement has hit it in full force! The Paris Natural Hair Academy is back for it’s second year coming up in March! It was such an awesome and informative event last year when we did it and this next event is taking it to the next level. I heard a rumor that there were only a handful of tickets left, so if you’re reading in France (or anywhere in Europe really), check out the ticket deets on the flyer below and make sure you get your natural (or soon-to-be-natural) self to this event!


Here’s a few select snaps from last year’s Paris event! Can’t wait for the next one!

Bourdain’ing My Way through Hawai’i

Right before Thanksgiving, I slipped over to Honolulu for a few days to visit a friend from college. While many people hit up the islands for the beaches and sunshine, I found myself enjoying a very different attraction: THE FOOD! Being that this friend of mine and I share a strong affinity for all things delicious, our time was spent shuttling from eatery to snack to restaurant to refrigerator to market and back again. I didn’t get much of a suntan, but I surrrrrre got my fill of some the best seafood I’ve ever had my entire life. This US State was filled with the flavors of Korea, Japan and China alongside it’s indigenous food traditions. Hope you’re ready for some food porn ’cause here’s rundown of my Hawaiian Eat-cation!


Nobu : Bluefin Tuna Tartare

IMG_5969 Our first stop for a special birthday dinner on Wakiki’s main drag. I loved this preparation of Tartare: reconstituted and served up in a flat puck shape in a delicious sauce and topped with caviar. We also enjoyed the Butterfish Misoyaki, Onaga Sashimi, Ahi Tataki Salad. Eat your heart out…cause I certainly did.

Seoul Garden : Spicy Steamed Butterfish with Daikon

IMG_1996 This was one of the best fish dishes I’ve had in my life. This flavorfully steamed fish was served up with with an army of traditional kimchi flanking its massive dish–enough to share for 2 or 3! The restaurant is 24-hours and we stopped thru at about 10am. Talk about a breakfast of champions!

Marukai : DIY Sushi

When you have access to some of the freshest and highest quality fish, you might as well take a chance at making your own Sashimi! At Marukai, an awesome Japanese grocery, Kawika picked up a couple cuts of fish including FARMED salmon and Hamachi . He sliced it up and served it with white rice, seaweed squares and one of the best things I’ve ever tasted in my LIFE: Spicy Takuwan (Preserved Daikon). Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!

Ono Seafood : Ahi Tuna Poke

IMG_1988 How gorgeous is this ruby red morsel of tuna? It was one of the most photogenic subjects I’ve shot. This one-stop-shop was another winner in the fresh fish department! Like sashimi, Poke is raw fish, but in this preparation it’s mixed with seaweed, ginger, soy, roe and other ingredients. We grabbed a couple pints of the Shoyu Poke and the Spicy Ahi Poke with flying fish roe and set out for a picnic, packing chopstics, that delish Spicy Takuwan I was talking about, and rice to complete the meal.

Home Bar & Grill : Tater Tot Nachos

IMG_6081 I’d like to interrupt all the seafood with a little insertion of good ol’ bar food. I mean, really there is nothing like it. I’ve never had Tater Tot Nachos before and really it’s just a different way of serving up crispy potatoes with a grip of saucy toppings! What’s not to love? This place also has garlic edamame served up in all it’s buttery goodness and an awesome cocktail list.

Giovanni’s Food Truck : Food Carts!

IMG_2008 Hop in your car and head over to the North Shore of O’ahu. After enjoying gorgeous beach and mountain vistas as you wind your way around the island, you’ll hit an oasis of food trucks serving up Hawaiian treats. I’m used to corn being in season in the summer, but Hawaiian corn is at it’s peak in November. We tried our cobs roasted with parmesean and garlic. But the goodness didn’t stop there, I also got a fresh coconut, banana lumpia, and Chocolate Haupia Cream Pie from Ted’s Bakery.

Yunchan : Cold Noodle

IMG_6080Okay this dish was amazing. Your server brings over a bowl of what is best described as a Beef Stock Slushie (yes, like the kind you get at a 7-11…but beef! yes, it’s delicious). Then you add noodles and other pickled vegetables and eat it all with chopsticks. It was absolutely divine and such an interesting preparation! [/tab]

Fort Ruger Market : Traditional Hawaiian Eats!

IMG_6132 I saved traditional Hawaiian food for last and enjoyed this delectable lunch of Pork Laulau, Kalua pig, Lomi Salmon (tomato/onion salad with salmon), Haupia (coconut jello) and Pipikaula. The flavors are rich and the textures are unique!

Honorable Mentions

North Shore Grinds: A local favorite for “Plate Lunch”.  Try the Hamburger Steak, Chicken Long Rice, Lau Lau or the Chicken Katsu

BLT Steak: If you’re over on Waikiki and looking for some good  stick-to-your-bones American cooking, try the Chicken pate appetizer and make sure you try the Guyere Cheese Popovers.  Actually those popovers are unavoidable, but try to eat just one so you don’t fill up!

Rainbow Drive-in: Another great stop for Plate Lunch. Here we tried Boneless Fried Chicken Cutlet with Brown Gravy and Shoyu Chicken.

Sunrise Restaurant: For authentic Okinawan food, try this intimate family-owned restaurant. We tried the Oxtail Soup, Salmon and Mushroom Dynamite, Pork Kakuni (fatty pork cubes in teriyaki) and Hamachi Kama (yellowtail gill plate). Bonus: the owner comes out and plays his instrument. Extra bonus: your friend might dance for everybody. Extra extra bonus: this place is BYOB and even if you don’t bring your own drinkables, they usually have some extra in the back if you want to enjoy!

Kawika’s Dad’s House: So you might not get the invite to this one, but Kawika’s dad served us up an amazing meal on their Sunday Night Family Dinner. We dined on Marinated Korean Short ribs, Spicy cold leaf tripe appetizer, cold mushrooms with sesame oil and peppers, cold Miso Gobo (burdock root), Taegu (dried kimchi codfish), zuchinni jun (fritters), spicy tuna poke, spicy tako poke (octopus). My favorite was the Raw Kimchi white crab, which were just little raw crabs that you popped in your mouth (shell and all!) to suck the meat out. A little intimidating, but worth the effort!

Aside from the food, the rumors are true: Hawaii stunningly beautiful! I want to send a huge THANK YOU to Kawika for being a supremely excellent host and for sharing his home city with me in such an amazing way. Make sure you try out these eats as they’re not only local recommended, but also Cassidy approved!


Lessons from Africa

[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”] I [/dropcap] came home from Africa and capital C, Crashed. Well that’s not entirely true, I got the flu and wrote my stories about the trip for Black Is Global and then the holidays came around, so I never really got to share my experiences with you on the ol blog! Which may be all for the best because by now, my memories have had 4 weeks to marinate and you’re getting the stuff that really stuck with me. Here are my lessons and thoughts I gleaned from my trip with the Black Is Global team to Senegal!

1. We need a new narrative.

Years of reading National Geographic, heck even Google News, had given me the life in Africa was filled with immense suffering, poverty, violence, unrest and the idea that AIDS is so rampant that you can catch it by simply walking down the street.

Well, my trip to Dakar couldn’t have been further from this experience. Of course this heartbreaking side of humanity DOES exist, but there is also a whole other culture that is less talked about. There are posh lounges, sunny resorts, shopping malls, French cafes, comfortable homes and stretches of sandy beaches. Beyond material comforts, there is a well-educated populace, individuals concerned with environmental and social causes, and a network of globally invested citizens. In other words, life in Dakar is remarkably similar to our lives heres.

As much as it’s important to be aware of the world’s struggles, it’s equally important to celebrate and be aware of it’s successes and triumphs.

With the students of the Senegalese – American Bilingual School


So you know how you’ll walk into a store here and try on a pair of jeans in “your size”, but they’re too tight in the rear, too narrow in the thigh and somehow way too large in the waist? Even after trying on dozens of pairs you walk out empty handed and frustrated. Le sigh.


I walked into one shop in the local mall, pulled an [awesome] one-piece pantsuit off the rack, tried it on and it FIT PERFECTLY. My fellow traveler Miss Felicia Leatherwood did the same with a couple dresses and other pieces. Never would this happen in the states, we thought and realized that these clothes were made and designed by people with bodies more similar to our own! Pretty cool.

Even cooler was that so my piece happened to be a little big in the chest area and the on-site tailor took it in within a matter of minutes for free . Very very cool.

And while we’re here, I might as well mention the abundance of beautifully patterned fabrics Dakar is known for. Sold in stores and markets, you can take a fabric of your choosing and have the outfit of your dreams created. It took me awhile to figure out that this was REALLY how a majority of the amazing outfits were created that I saw and I missed my boat. But you heard it hear first: custom tailored African garb—- I will be back for you.


3. H-U-S-T-L-E

There’s hustle and then there is HUSTLE and as far as I’m concerned, Dakar wrote the book on it. The tenacity of the sales people I encountered was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life before. “NO” is not taken quickly or easily as an answer. People are selling anything and everything–EVERYWHERE and at all times. It was truly impressive.

4. Natural has a long way to go

Weaves and relaxers are beyond dominant in Dakar. I knew this would be the case based on what I had heard, but I was truly surprised to see how few naturalistas we encountered. Felicia attributed this not just to lack of access to products, but also a lack of education about what to do with one’s hair once natural. As a result, out of the handful of natural styles we saw, a majority were loose naturals or simply braided. There were no two-strand twists, coil outs, or flat twist updo’s we’ve grown accustomed to seeing. That said, there were a few naturals to be found and thankfully Felicia was there to give advice to those who were looking!


5. We are all connected

It all comes back to Africa. Everything.

From the theories of human evolution that place the birthplace of mankind in Subsaharan Africa to slavery the subsequent diaspora of black people around the world, Africa is the origin of human life and all civilization. As such, all humans on this planet are related to one and other, regardless of color, religion or ethnic heritage. I touched on this earlier, but we are truly more alike than we are different.

Dakar is a former French colony with a 94% Muslim population, even with these differences I still saw similarities in culture and lifestyle, values and traditions.

I interviewed a very prominent Senegalese doctor who had some very important words of advice for the children of the African diaspora about our need to come together and guide the rest of the world back to a place of balance and shared understanding. Idealistic indeed, but still something for which to hope and aspire!


All in all, my experience in Dakar was fabulous. The people and their unparalleled Teranga (hospitality in English) made me feel oh-so welcome. It was not only a beautiful country, rich with cultural history and heritage, but also a beautiful people. I’ve written several articles exploring Dakar in greater depth over on Black Is Global, so please go check out the site and like the Facebook page to support the movement!

Now without further ado, I’d like to share some of my photographs from my trip with you! Enjoy!

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