The Death of Qaddafi and the Lies That Followed
On Purpose
After disappointment was not the belief that desire had been foolish, but the harder realization that meaning cannot depend on being chosen. This essay reflects on rejection, suffering, and vocation, arguing that purpose is less a feeling than a discipline: a way of continuing through darkness without letting pain become the final interpreter of one’s life.
Notes From a Drained Mind
What drove me from social media was not simply stupidity, but the feeling that constant exposure to other people’s reactions was thinning out my inner life. I began to feel that attention itself was being broken into fragments, and that creativity could not survive on reaction alone. Serious work asks for something quieter: the chance to begin the day with your mind still belonging to you.
Lineage in the Eyes
“One can insist upon the American wound without granting America the right to author the whole Black soul.”
This essay argues that Black identity cannot be reduced to slavery, labels, or the narrow frame of American history alone. Moving through ancestry, lineage, memory, and inheritance, it makes the case that the story of Black life in America is real and devastating, but not the beginning of the people themselves.