Such a beautiful thing.
Something I truly identify with, enjoy exploring and take immense pride in.
I take pride in my African-Canadian culture.
I take pride in my African ancestry.
I take pride in my West Indian culture.
I take pride in my Grenadian background.
I am a proud Grenadian, not born in the country, but raised by two individuals who were nurtured by the bearings of the fruit trees and cleansed by the salt water washing up the white sandy shores.
So yes, I do identify as a Grenadian, not by birth right, but by soul right, because that is where my soul feels at home, and right on those sandy beaches under the shade of those fruit trees is where my heart constantly aches to be.
A day for Caribbean cultural celebration.
A day where I get to free my mind, raise my hands, close my eyes and dance to the sweet sweet sound of soca music, the music of our culture.
The day I walk around and greet everyone I see holding my flag, young or old, feeling an instant connection through our patriarchy.
A day of unity!
The day I get to dress up in the most beautiful attire I’ll wear all year.
Pretty feathers, colors, jewels and sparkles.
The day I feel most beautiful!
And on this day that I get to freely express my love for my Caribbean roots, I feel the most pride for my birth country, the country in which this amazing event takes place.