First, I thought I had malaria—the infectious disease born from parasitic mosquitoes that infiltrates blood cells resulting in death—but later learned the only parasite was a bundle growing inside me that pro-life activists called a blessing from God, but my mother deemed shameful. The excitement of spending 4 months studying abroad my senior year of college in Ghana, a country rich in cultural history where the sun sets a little more beautifully than it does in New jersey, quickly turned sour after the first six weeks in. After getting the news that I was pregnant, I often wondered if contracting malaria would have been better. …Read more at Ebony.com
[CONFESSIONS] Making Peace With My Mother (and Myself)
