Planting Seeds in Brasilia: March for Reparations and Good Living

Affirmation:I honor the footsteps that came before me, and I plant seeds of dignity, joy, and legacy with every step I take.

Brasilia held me in a way I did not expect. I arrived as part of the me too Global Network delegation, invited to join the March for Reparations and Good Living in Brazil and Beyond. In the days leading up to the march, the city pulsed with gatherings, workshops, and meetings—spaces alive with pride, love, and purpose. Every conversation carried weight, every activity stitched together a fabric of solidarity.

I felt myself being called higher. To pay attention not only to how I show up in the NiNa program, but how I show up in the world. There were women who who had been advocating for dignity and equal rights long before I was even imagined, our ancestors. Their footsteps laid the path I now walk. And with that realization came a quiet accountability: how I live my life must honor them. This is my time to plant seeds, to tend the garden left for me. Brazil reminded me of that truth.

It was also a joy to be with the women of the me too. movement—kind, flexible, fun. Their presence was a reminder that solidarity can be both serious and lighthearted, both strategic and playful. I will forever be grateful for those few days of sisterhood.

The morning of the march began with thunder showers. We dressed for the occasion rain gear, jackets, determination. Yet not a single drop of rain fell. The forecast promised storms all day, but the skies held back. I laughed to myself: the rain gods must have been Black women, holding space for us to move freely.

And move we did. Women of every size, shape, age, and hue filled the streets—dancing, singing, jumping, marching. The air was electric with samba, ancestral vibration, and pure joy. It was more than a march; it was a living testament to resilience, to the insistence on a better life for Black women in Brazil and beyond.

As I left the streets that evening, gratitude sat beside me. But so did responsibility. To carry on the legacy. To hold myself accountable. To continue what the ancestors left for us. Brasilia was not just a destination—it was a reminder, a call, a seed planted deep within me.

Peace and Blessings