Alia Lanice

Alia Lanice. 19 years young. ambitious college student. Mexican and Black. Born and raised in Kansas. Residing in Virginia. God and family always comes first. I appreciate art and all its many ways of expressing itself whether it'd be from your culture or mine; listening to quality music, snapping shots of photography, singing, dancing, reciting poetry, painting a picture, getting tattoos, or even piercings;; I love every bit of it, because it all is the same in every language. Anything else you want to know just ask me. And don't be a stranger ^.^
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Yesterday, I told the story of how a member of my group in Tanzania (white male) “jokingly” pointed to a baboon as we entered our safari and called it Eva. Eva is the beautiful woman next to me in this picture. I did not realize how truly hurtful that statement was until I discussed it for the first time yesterday. I felt a lump of rage in my throat as I talked about it because every thread of my being felt the history of African people being dehumanized for CENTURIES. There I was, entering the land of the Masai tribe, looking in the face of a white male “jokingly” call one of the most beautiful people I have ever met a baboon in the year 2012. I remained quiet after the entire group turned to me bracing themselves for my reaction. I said nothing to him or anyone else as he excused his disgusting ignorance as a “joke.” He has no idea the history, grief and utter dehumanization that statement held. Moreover, everyone on the trip knows I loved Eva more than anyone I met in Tanzania. I never met anyone happier to see my face or hear my voice. And he referred to her as a baboon.  My relationship with this woman will never be forgotten. Howa’s (swahili for Eva) spirit is easily one of the brightest and gentle. Howa was abandoned at an early age. She is the product of a rape. Her mother passed having her and she was born deformed and cognitively impaired. Thus, she talks slowly and walks on all fours to get around, unless someone is holding her up to walk. She is 38 and still lives at the children’s home that she was given to, helping and loving the workers and children. She was introduced as the face of the Irente Children’s Home and that couldn’t be more fitting. She embodies all of its beautiful work and high energy. We had a special bond. I could have sat with Howa and just smiled and played our clapping games and it would make my day. Honestly, her happiness always made my day. I have never seen someone’s face light up the way hers did when she’d see me and I instantly loved her. She had a kindred spirit.  I miss her more than ever, today.
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