Somewhere along the way, you were taught that your ancestors are gone. Finished. Absent. That the most you can do is remember them fondly and let them go. My friend, that is not the truth our people carried. Across Africa and the whole diaspora that came from her, the ancestors are not dead in that Western sense. They transitioned. They are present, they are near, and they are invested in your life. The line to them was never cut. It only went quiet, waiting for someone to a