Being an Ayitian academic means that I get a chance to stand and fight for my freedom, to liberate my mind and illuminate others, using the measures and institutions within my reach, imperfect as they may be, to attempt to redress some of the wrongs done to my culture, some of the inaccuracies maliciously planted in my stories.
Growing up my nickname was Mèt Peyi. Loosely translated as “Master of the Country”, it was often meant to designate a child too big for her britches, who called out adults on their bullshit, who had no qualms about telling the impolite truth, a “towo”, a bull, lacking grace, devoid of charm. As time passed, … Continue reading How to be Unapologetically Authentic without being a Dick
Ki moun ou ye? Kibò w’ soti? Pale m’ de lakay ou. Tout kote m’ pase nan lakou Lafrans, se kesyon sa tout nèg nwa ap poze m’. Lè m’ di America, yo gade m’, epi yo mande m’ anko. “Kibò OU soti wi m’ mande w’? Byenpetèt de lane anvan, si w’ te mande … Continue reading Ayiti ak Vodou: Kiyès Ki Aprann ou Pè Pwòp Tèt ou?
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