Shantology: On Shantology

On June 13, 2009, I turned thirty-one years young. It was on that day that I decided to stop my ridiculous habit of obsessing over things both not-so-big and small. Instead, I decided to take my creative energy, as the grown, grown, grown ass woman that I am, and use it for something to elevate myself… and hopefully, humanity. I’m waaaayyyyy behind the curve when it comes to cyberspace and cutting-edge media technology. I even forgot that a certain former U.S. president was dead (I won’t say who he is for the sake of maintaining some kind of respect about being a self-proclaimed people’s intellectual). However, I do think about things… a lot (blame Wayne L. Lewis, the man responsible for providing half of my DNA). So, I decided to challenge myself by putting myself out there and sharing the method to my madness: hence, Shantology. This is a science or better yet, a study of a way of life, a state of being, of a chick from New Orleans who is concerned about the future of African peoples.

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