For the black person, the traumas of the past, far and near, will always persist into the present – and, more than likely extend themselves into the future*.
For me, it begins around 1270AD: the Mapungubwe Kingdom and VhaVenda of southern Africa. I am in a constant cycle of coming to terms with my ancestral past while simultaneously seeking it in order to mobilise it within the present day. All the while being a long-term resident on this very foreign, western and British soil. Soil I have conditioned myself into understanding as one of my homes since the age of 6.
*s/o to Jacques Derrida for putting into words feelings I once did not know existed words for.