Past Is Prologue

Blackness Is Not a Monolith, But It Is a Collective Consciousness

I don’t share a history of enslavement with Black Americans — but what we do share transcends oceans and generations

Cindy-Liz Ikie
Human Parts
Published in
7 min readSep 7, 2020

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Colorful portrait photo of the author.
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“Story, story, time, time.” The echoes of my childhood reverberate in my mind, reminding me of when I would sit with my African Giant of an aunt as she retold Urhobo folklore to wide-eyed Black children in 1990s Britain. It was different from what we were used to in our south-east London classes. We sat with our legs crossed on the carpet, poised and ready to journey to story-land, but to our surprise, our beloved aunt-teacher was not reading from a book: instead, she reiterated stories passed down many generations from the connected consciousness.

Soon we were transported to a dense rainforest, where a fierce lion mimicked the voice of a child’s loving mother, in order to lure her out. “Bubẹ!” The lion would repeatedly roar the name of the female, Urhobo Macaulay left Home Alone. Who on God’s good Earth leaves their child alone in the middle of the jungle? I was appalled, to say the least. My sister is still petrified at the mention of that lion, even though she’s in her mid-twenties.

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Cindy-Liz Ikie
Cindy-Liz Ikie

Written by Cindy-Liz Ikie

PhD Bioscience Research Scholar and Black Human Rights Activist. CEO of Sensei-M: The Millennials Networking Atlas.