It is Feb. 16 at the time I am writing this. To some of you, today will have been just another Friday. To me and others, however, today is New Year’s Day, a time not only for festivities, but also reflection.
As soon as I heard Marvel was planning to create a Black superhero movie, I was psyched. I love Marvel and as a Black person and a Nigerian, it wasn’t that hard to notice the lack of representation in Marvel movies as I grew up. But I knew the release of “Black Panther” would change that.
As Valentine’s Day is around the corner, the month of February as a whole always has me thinking critically about love. I love love. I consider myself a hopeless romantic, and though I shamefully enjoy the occasional “love-is-dead” joke, I cannot deny that love is a beautiful thing.
The time is late. I do not even have to check my clock to tell. What started as a crusade in my bed has slowly crept its way to having set my alarm on my phone, plugging my phone into my charger and sitting cross-legged on my carpeted apartment floor.
I have always been an avid watcher of television. I was raised on Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network and Disney Channel and learned everything I needed to know from those three channels. All of which helped me become the stunning individual I am today.