Detroit bead museum tells African stories

The MBAD African Bead Museum offers insight into social class, spirituality and history Growing up, I seldom saw my grandmother without a strand of prayer beads in her hands. I remember her thumbing the small orbs during breaks from her chores and blowing prayers in my direction. Visiting the MBAD African Bead Museum in Detroit brought back these…

Dodging cabs, cops, and construction while biking in NYC

When learning how to bike as a 10-year-old, I got in an accident with a kid I classify as Satan’s offspring. I still have the ugly scar on my right hand. Fast forward 13 years, I’ve moved to a small town with shitty bus service and realized the 20 mins walk to campus was 20…