The little girl in the corner is a grenade and soon she will blow us all away.
It is the second month of my seventeenth year, and this September I am supporting women and girls in rural Uganda with the Marianne Foundation. Marianne empowers girls to empower the world. We take the lowest members of society – poor, rural, black, African girls – and give them jobs, support, and love. We doContinue reading “The Marianne Foundation”
So as it turns out, unpaid WordPress members cannot upload audio and video content on their blogs. Oh, well. So, Part Two of Imogen’s story is on Youtube, aka at the destination of this link. It’s a video, but really it is an audio file with a really attractive plain white screen. And it isContinue reading “Enter Imogen (scene 2)”
It is so easy to be one of the privileged. It is easy to pull an arbitrary trigger once or seven times or a hundred times, it is easy to for a sheriff to say they were past curfew, it’s easy for a little white girl in Africa to say black lives matter. It is easy to forget.
It is the end of my birthday month. Now I am old enough to drive and date a 19-year-old (well, legally). This month, I began my seventeenth year, applied for nearly 40 scholarships, published a course on Udemy, began my active support of BLM, completely neglected my blog, and lived my fifth month in lockdown.Continue reading “August’s Closing Remarks”
Here is an item on my Seventeenth Year list:
- Apply for at least one scholarship per week
This is for when I go to college in 2022.
Hey, it’s been too long. Well, here goes: Two days before my birthday on the 12th I woke from my half-sleep with an idea: Why not make a list of all the things I want to achieve during my 17th year? I pulled out a notebook and scribbled down a list some two pages long.Continue reading “Seventeenth Year & BLM”
My name is Imogen Lee, and I can recite all of Macbeth by heart. See, this is because my grandmother, who raised me, is always saying bits of it, and when I got old enough to read she made me read the whole thing and then we performed it together, just the two of us.Continue reading “Enter Imogen (Scene One)”
Hi, everyone! My name is Imogen Lee. I love the theater and Shakespeare and my grandmother. Over the next twelve days, I am going to share my story, which is in five sections. Each section will be a different kind of writing. Look out for the first section of my story – it’s coming soon!Continue reading “Enter Imogen”
(Zeke’s story is in four parts. Don’t miss Part One, Part Two, or Part Three!) They put him on medication. It would stop the ‘dreams’ as they called them until they figured out what was going on. For Zeke this was it. They took Thando not once now but twice. Maybe they don’t understand thatContinue reading “Zeke Went Home (Part Four)”