Homegoing

Imagine all the people that came before you. In my mind it goes from a few faces, to a crowd, to a sea.

So many I can’t even picture them all with a face let alone a life of their own, my little brain goes 15 years back at most, yet they’re all there. Amazingly enough, even If I can’t keep track, my body does. They’re all there.

”If you got to pick a superpower, what would it be?” Classic question. Most of us have answered it multiple times and we’ll most likely answer it many more. We love magic, and mystique and the beyond.

I used to say ”I want to fly!”, or wish for a superbrain, but I could never quite decide what I’d choose for sure. Last year I did.

The idea has passed me by in various forms, and I have most certainly been shaped by my surroundings and the quite ridiculous amounts of sci-fi and fantasy that I’ve consume throughout my life. Really it’s alot.

My body pretty much runs itself, if I had to do everything my body does automatically by myself I wouldn’t have made it this far lol, I can’t even text and talk at the same time. Regardless, If I got to pick a power, I’d like the ability to tap into my double helixes (DNA) like a phoneline and chat with my predecessors.

I dreamt of it once. In my head I pictured it like a grand hall, with several etages holding a seated crowd looking down at me in the center, and I didn’t quite get what it was until my grandma came to greet me.

Homegoing is the name of a book by Yaa Gyasi that I just finished reading tonight. It brought back these thoughts I had. It tells the story of a familys lineage from Africa to America and the UK; from colonisation, to slave trade to now. Some of the people along the way are aware of their place in the family line, whilst others aren’t. As the reader you pick up on things that have been passed down all the same, unbeknownst or not, mannerisms, items, sayings, even fears. I won’t share too much, but this book will stay with me. It is beautifully written and it takes you in and holds you close ‘til it’s done telling its’ story.

If you, like me, have been wondering who came before you, if they thought about you like you think of them… Maybe you’ve beat yourself up for not knowing any or all their names, I know I did – let this be your reminder that they’re here all the same. The good, the bad, the ones you know and not, see they never left. Their story lives too, in everything that got you here, and that’ll stay with you even when you’ve forgotten all about it, just like your body breathes even if you’d forget to.

You’re not one but many.