The light in the darkness

Noelle Khalila NicollsLove Letters

Four points on the compass, Esu-Elegba gate keeps. At the hands of the orisha, the monotony of triumph turns to chaos, and I am brought to my knees. Thunder and lightening, Shango illuminates the way. In the midst of my storm, surrounded by light, I can see. Once upon a time, there was a woman who was stuck in a …

Learning to live off the land

Noelle Khalila NicollsLove Letters

I used to play a lot of competitive sports: gymnastics, football, tennis, athletics, swimming, volleyball, and softball: the list could on and on and on and on. I thought I knew all the muscles in my body by now, but working with a pickaxe brought an entirely new level of awareness. The last time I played barefoot in the dirt …

The right time to have children

Noelle Khalila NicollsLove Letters

“I am the dream and the hope of the slave.” Maya Angelou I just discovered this quote, and found it extremely touching, particularly because I have been thinking about children recently. I was thinking about how warped my view of motherhood has been. If you asked me a year ago if I was ready to have children I would have …

Free ice-cream from a stranger

Noelle Khalila NicollsLove Letters

I stopped at a traffic light in Centerville, and behind me was a man driving a black jeep; he was peeping at me through my side mirror. I tried to resist his stare, but my glances were slightly uncontrollable. He was beckoning a smile, but I resisted. We both crossed the stop light in single file and drove to the …

Giving birth in the pool in my backyard

Noelle Khalila NicollsLove Letters

My cousin Lisa, mother of four, is one of the most inspiring women I know. She is an African Goddess from Barbados. This is how she gave birth to her last child. In the sacred garden to the back of her home, she filled a large inflatable swimming pool with water. Under the cover of the stars, she assembled her …