I have seen Gods fly. I have seen men build weapons that I couldn’t even imagine. I have seen aliens drop from the sky. But I have never seen anything like this…

Yesterday I went to an event… I say event in hindsight, because I thought I was going to see a movie. A comic book adaptation at that. What could these images shrouded in Hollywood marketing and historically inaccurate dialogue possibly mean? Despite all the hoopla and because of all the rave reviews I, in great Virgo fashion, kept my reservation at the skeptical table open…just in case. And as I sat there minutes before the start of what promised to be epic, with my big tub of buttered popcorn, and tall glass of imported beer, of which I watched the bubbles float to the top and pop almost as fast as they were created, A sense of concern filled me. What if all this hype lasts as long as, those bubbles in my beer? What if it isn’t as good as they say? What if this turns out to be a big disappointment?

And then it began… and I watched…and what I saw from my plush, lazy boy like chair, made me even more comfortable.
Not only did I see Black, I saw pride. Royalty. Affluence. Intelligence. Unity. Loyalty. Friendships. Family. Brotherhood. Sisterhood. Love. Reverence. Representation. Strength. Confidence. Beauty. Grace. Justice. Forgiveness. Untapped potential. Power. Wisdom. Generational wealth. Faith. Spirituality. Tradition. Culture. Determination. Greatness. Breathtaking landscapes. Africa. Storytelling. Compassion. Charity. Growth. Understanding.

I saw a people absent of colonization.

I saw the past. I saw the potential. I saw what I hope is the future.



Slang Hugh can be found online @slanghugh on instagram.