REPATRIATION

 REPATRIATING

March 2019 I had a dream... No I am not reenacting Martin Luther Kings speech, I am going to fill you in on a few things I had happen to me from the beginning of 2019 to now... To be honest I wasn't exactly sure what it was or why I was having these dreams, until recently. I had an epiphany and things started to make sense to me. So, about that dream... It was very clear and vivid, all but the faces of the people whom I sat at this long table with. (It was like the table Jesus sat at during the last super). They made it clear they were my ancestors and they wore these beautiful robes, it was almost like I was called to the table and I sat there in suspense as if they were going to give me a lecture. I waited and they began to speak but their faces were not visible and the main person stood amongst us all and in the middle said to me something as if it were an urgent message. I couldn't remember the words (it seemed it was in another language) but I could remember the feeling it gave me like an urgency. A few days later I had another dream, it was only darkness but it was cold and the voice of "God" who I knew was God because I felt his presence so strongly, and he said to me loud and clear " Tell them". At the time I remember I was confused and didn't want to question God but I didn't know what I was supposed to tell someone or who I was supposed to tell it to. I woke up upset with myself because I was so confused and I prayed for Gods direction and to give me another message. The next time I dreamt it didn't stick with me and I forgot, but I did remember God saying in the dream to "Tell them". Another dream came to me and this time I knew it was a visit from my ancestors, it was short and they said "Get Out". It was strange for a few months I had dreams like these and sometimes I wouldn't remember the message and would get so upset with myself for not remembering. The last message I received in a dream was the ancestors talking about the food, and how it is poison and do not consume the food. The processed food in America is poison, which I knew already in my mind but I believe they noticed how drastic my diet changed and maybe wanted to warn me to lay off the crappy junk food I was stuffing myself with during quarantine. I do know that the dreams have stopped at this point but when I thought about what it all meant, I was given a feeling of wanting to leave. The main reason I decided to repatriate and to "Get Out" was due to the fact that racism only continues to grow in this country and it is almost unbearable to me as an African American woman to just continue to sit her and not want better for my children. I did my research for years on where I could buy land for our homestead but every time I looked I realized that these towns were either racist or they didn't welcome black families in these places. The only place in the United States I ever felt like it was home and welcoming was in Raleigh North Carolina. As I continued to do my research on land and buying homes I had an urge to research "The Gambia" Africa, I started to do my research and came across "Juliett Ryan" on youtube, it was the first video when she met with Wode Maya, and from there my journey to repatriate grew into wanting to move to "The Gambia".