Coming off of the Wakanda filled love bomb of a movie “Black Panther” I have been completely overjoyed with the results of our blackness. This movie surpassed any and every expectation that I may have had for anything Marvel (I mean, I was never a fan, but now that has dramatically changed). This movie has not only surpassed my expectations but box office projections and movie goers expectations as well. It has shattered several records in just four days of it’s opening. Talk about histor(y)ic?! During BLACK HISTORY MONTH too?! Nothing short of amazing!
When I tell you that the director, Ryan Coogler, brought forth a tale of Black love, he literally laid this screenplay adaptation of black excellence at our feet. I have not seen such sheer emotion, admiration, and overall joy for a movie…ever from the black community like I have with this film. Especially those films that depicts blacks in anyway that is not of strength and resilience. What “Black Panther” did for Black/African communities across the world, is that it brought us together, gave us all a sense of pride (Black/African) in just 2 hours and 14 minutes. The imagery, the togetherness, the crowning of the strength of the black man was unmatched. The depictions that we’re given in this movie is everything that we hope and pray for in our everyday lives, right here in America.
Those who have seen the movie saw the huge role that the women of Wakanda held. Which brings me to the ask of “Wakanda love do you have?” The women that we saw depicted were equivalent to any other women of valor and strength that I know. They were smart, leaders, loving, kind, strong (mentally and physically), gentle, understanding and a backbone. A backbone people. The chief (not Indian) supporting system of the organization of men of Wakanda and today’s climate of men, our men. The driving force in a lot of homes, some single, others dual but the force, and one to be reckoned with if I must say so myself.
As I watched how the women were gatekeepers, if you will, to the community in which they lived, I could not help but feel great pride. Pride because even when our backs are against a wall we will ride for our men, the men that’s beaten down on a daily by the outside, and help them to remember why they are crowned king. Now, don’t get me wrong, not every woman possess these traits or characteristics, yet not all are privy to understanding or has been shown how to use what they have. Let’s take it up a notch. Every woman has it, yet has not been blessed to show the right man, or have the right man to bring it out of her. The same goes for our men. The traits to be an asset to “A” woman are there, yet the right woman to show them has yet to make her presence felt or he has failed to recognize her. When this happens we suffer as a community. We aren’t able work collaboratively like the characters of the utopia society of “Wakanda”. Why is that??
This is an age old question that is bounced around by both parties yet no one seems to put forth a collaborative (there goes that word again) effort to resolve the problem. Yes, problem. It has moved from a situation, to an issue, to now what we have as a problem, a major one if you ask me, hell any of us. The problem, can and will be fixed once we effectively communicate our needs separately and as one. I have faith in humanity. I have faith in US and I believe that it will happen, sooner rather than later. This movie has pushed the narrative of togetherness. It showed us what it looks like when we come together “under one band, and one sound” and until it happens I will keep playing my part.
I anticipate the day that the right man comes along and helps to inspire my growth and I awaken his senses and inspire him as well. When we water one another we blossom, we grow, we are loved, we are love and we are Wakanda love we’ve been missing. Keep watering, keep planting seeds because once sprouted and when awakened we are Kings and Queens of all soiled ground of which we dwell. 🙅🏾♀️ Wakanda love that your are looking for?!?!🙅🏾♀️🙅🏾♀️