By Esih Efuru I had a habit of walking with my head down to the ground as a young girl. I just didn’t see anything…
This weekend, I engaged in the most arduous task of sifting through my wardrobe closet. The annual, or in my case, the quarterly ritual of…
By Esih Efuru Watch night is an African-American tradition that symbolizes the joyous anticipation of freedom by eagerly awaiting Confederate slaves on the eve of…
By Esih Efuru This year, I prayed for God to expand my abilities and reach so that I can take my passion for empowering youth…
By Esih Efuru When children first learn to swim, the experience is intimidating. They wail in fear, their tiny feet search for foundation, their arms…
By Esih Efuru One Sunday morning before worship, a choir member beckoned me towards her in the choir stand. She slowly lifted her hand to…
Two days before I moved into my new place earlier this month, I wondered where the remaining funds would come from. I’d done the math…
By Esih Efuru Life is sure to place us upon a board of chess. Whether we cohabitate grief or marry faith during our experiences will…
By Esih Efuru In the summer of 1981, my mom told me that I was headed to camp. I jumped for joy and ran to…
By Esih Efuru In the colorful metropolis of Newark, N. J., I’d observe an array of characters navigating through the ire and jury of ghetto…
