In the morning the sun would catch her skin with a glow on it that would catch his eye from a distance. When she smiled it was as if her teeth illuminated her whole face. The contrast on that dark brown flesh with them really was quite amazing. She would tend to the clothes on the line lost in thoughts known only to her.
Every soul has a tale to tell and a road to follow, but sometimes two people take that same walk together. It may not be journey that is expected and it might not even be the one they want. However one travels it is always a gift and a monumental triumph of survival. As a person lives they learn and gain an understanding of knowledge that is cumulative and earned.
Her tale was not one of luxury and ease. The way she carried herself was a struggle and a fight, yet she cherished it all every single day of it. In her life there are many lessons learned and not a one was ever lost. As she would stand on the corner for the bus she held her head high with an inner pride that came through her eyes sharp and bright. As she boarded the bus she handed her ticket to the driver who didn’t want to touch her hand. Not once did she give a sign of offense or shame she was strong that way.
When she walked to the back of the bus she smiled with joy at who she was and knew inside she was a queen. Her soul was not weary and her love of self was solid. First to offer her seat to another if they were older or sicker she was selfless. As the rest of the people took no notice she felt a sense of righteousness inside.
As her stop came up she gathered her belongings and headed to her destination. Walking down several dirt roads for no less than four miles in sweltering heat she would arrive at the large expansive plantation to start her work. For ten hours she was the woman who cooked and cleaned for her wages. She was hired help to the plantation owner and his family, but to her own she was everything.
When the night would lay its blanket of darkness upon the day she would leave once again. She would walk back down the same dirt roads for four miles all over again. Entering the bus once again the driver not wanting to touch her hand, she walked to the back of the vehicle once again for her ride home. This woman with her dark brown skin and vibrant smile would work for you, cook, clean, and sometimes… even raise your children. She was enough of a person to suit your needs of convenience and be in your home, but not enough to ride next to you on the bus.
Through it all she carried herself with a graceful manner and dignity that rivaled royalty. She was a lesson in humility to anyone who knew her. A queen with a kingdom long-lost, but inside her veins flowed the blood of a warrior full of strength. She was Africa and the mother of all life, she is me, she is you she is strength in the wake of a struggle. Her journey was long and hard with tribulations beyond the measure of today.
Her life is our lesson in knowledge and her road traveled is the reason we arrived. She lives in us all still, and always will she is you, she is me.