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The Island Slave Girl Pt. 3 (Short Story)
July 26, 2017
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The girl did as she was told and Mama Latifah scrubbed the dirt away, hoping to scrub away some of her beauty as well. In this place one could not be too beautiful, just as one could not be too ugly. To be either was a curse. Beauty may be the easier curse to bear, but it was a curse nonetheless... To be too ugly is comparable to dirt, worthless unless you have other skills. To be too beautiful is comparable to possession. You are no longer your own; the irony of the world in that your beauty belongs to everyone else but you.
Stories Travel
The Island Slave Girl Pt. 2 (Short Story) 
June 24, 2017
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The Slave Girl.   “The Slave girl has teeth. She bites. I do not want her any longer. Send her to the fields.” Factual Zanzibari Swahili Fisherman’s Song Read Part one of this story here.  Part 2 … The big brown man placed the slave girl down on the ground. Grunting incoherent orders to non descript women […]
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The Island Slave Girl Pt. 1 (Short Story) … 
June 13, 2017
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... Some Sultans even had Surias from across the sea.  Not across the short sea to the mainland where she had come from. Not the mainland of brown and dust and wind and trees. Not women with skin the color of the ground. These Surias, instead, had the complexions of creamy milk. They were from across the long sea, their eyes varying shades of blue, green, and grey. They were the most prized. Only the richest Sultans could afford to buy and keep them. The slave girl had heard a mama in the meli saying,  "Some men would sell a part of Africa's soul for a milk colored Suria."  What did it matter. In the end women were for the same use. With skin like milk or skin like dirt.
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The Island Pt. 3: On Toxic Freedom 
June 10, 2017
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I went to the slave market for a day... 150 years ago, it would have been me shackled. Brought from the mainland. Walking, hands and feet bound, feet scalding, men who look like me with whips in their hands screaming at me to move. These tombs would have captured me, not as a tourist site but as a prison.
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The Island Pt. 2: On Privilege and Wokeness
June 7, 2017
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Are you a feminist?" I couldn't help but ask this fourteen year old child before she responded without taking a breathe, "definitely".  All I can think about now is how when I was fourteen I was probably only thinking about the struggles in my life. 
Stories Travel
The Island Pt. 1 – On Whiteness and Rightness
May 16, 2017
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Today's story starts at the coffee shop. The coffee shop receives all kinds of people. Especially expats, expats love to find hidden cafés in exotic places and make it their spot. So sometimes I sit and listen, other times I pulled into the conversation. 
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