On the morning of Tuesday, November 4, 2008 I woke up in the city of San Francisco. I conspicuously showcased my Obama t shirt while walking around SF downtown, on the way to the airport and on the plane ride home to the Chi to celebrate. I might as well signed autographs myself....as soon as any one asked where I was from they wanted to hug and high five me! I'm a rock star for Obama by proxy!!
I went home and turned on the
tv and watched it unfold before going on into the streets and joining the celebration. When CNN announced him as the President I didn't react. In fact I was some what smug-- of course he won!!But then he took the stage and started speaking. The tears
lept off my face. I cried and cried and cried and cried. I thanked Jesus and yelled hallelujah. I could not keep it to myself. It was like turrets. I kept involuntarily yelling Jesus! I danced the
caught the holy ghost dance.
I thought about my grandfather who discouraged me from becoming an attorney saying they were all crooked. I thought about my mother who would have been
Obama's #1 campaigner. I thought about my niece who turned 18 just in time to vote for a Black man. I thought about my 6 yr old godson who yelled "
yay Obama" into the phone. I thought about
Jurnee who is 2 yrs old who, when asked, will
tell you Obama is president.
Today I walked into work
unfazed by the typical annoying things that would set me off. I walked into work in a matter of fact way. While all eyes were waiting for me to say something, I just smiled and nodded. When I passed by other Black people today, we smiled and quietly said to each other,
"we did it!"I know that I have been blessed beyond comprehension. I know that I have a great job and a great life even though my output is somewhere around 75%. I often think to myself that there isn't anything that I can admit to giving 100% of myself to. Now, I feel that I must give everything 100%.
I will work harder, smarter, longer. I will not rest on my laurels, our laurels,
Obama's laurels. I will push, I will climb, I will
achieve higher, better things. More than I ever dreamed imaginable. Obama has willingly put his life on the line for us. Surely I can do my personal best and continue to prove
Yes We Can.
4 comments:
Have you thought about a career in Journalism.
You think? I never saw myself as a writer. I used to write poetry but I never gave it real consideration. Maybe you're helping me to figure out my real passion and next career!!
Freelance journalism??? Hmm...
After reading your blog. This is obviously something your very good at and also very passionate about. I would definitely look into it.
Nicole, you've always had it in you. This is your calling. Go for it!
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