We Have Always Been in the Future, Pt. 1
For a people whose survival was never guaranteed, this question is a radical call to evaluate where we are and experiment with what could be.
Comfort Sampong’s heart is sparked by fried plantains, tropical foliage and the stories of women thriving and creating a way out of no way. She graduated in 2018 with majors in economics and international development. Now she lives in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, where she works on English communications for the Association for a More Just Society, a Honduran non-profit fighting for justice and peace.
by Comfort Sampong | Jan 4, 2021 | 4 comments
For a people whose survival was never guaranteed, this question is a radical call to evaluate where we are and experiment with what could be.
by Comfort Sampong | Dec 4, 2020 | 2 comments
Those on the Mexican side of the border sing the request while those on the U.S. side respond with rejection, a miniature drama of national proceedings.
by Comfort Sampong | Nov 4, 2020 | 3 comments
And today, when I feel less than my full self in the midst of such urgency to be our best selves, I sway dangerously close to becoming firewood.
by Comfort Sampong | Oct 4, 2020 | 3 comments
I detangle earbuds before including them, ready to start a playlist inspired by fleeting feelings my words can’t capture.
by Comfort Sampong | Sep 4, 2020 | 1 comment
All I know is that during a long vacation, I wandered into a moving tale of dangerous dreams, opportunities to heal former traumas, and people who met at the wrong (or maybe perfect?) time.
by Comfort Sampong | Aug 4, 2020 | 3 comments
But what most makes John Lewis one of my founding fathers is his lifelong rootedness in love.
by Comfort Sampong | Jul 4, 2020 | 2 comments
But now, in the morning as I dress, I am enthralled by all the stories I carry on me and within me.
by Comfort Sampong | Jun 4, 2020 | 3 comments
When it hasn’t rained since January, even the most absent citizen begins to notice.
by Comfort Sampong | May 4, 2020 | 2 comments
Today, I cooked to affirm my belonging.
by Comfort Sampong | Apr 4, 2020 | 2 comments
When we come together, we have the power to create what Parker calls “temporary alternative worlds.”
by Comfort Sampong | Mar 4, 2020 | 1 comment
A few months ago, I found myself at a weekend-long turtle monitoring session on Honduras’ southern coast.
by Comfort Sampong | Feb 4, 2020 | 3 comments
As I deconstruct my singular image of God, I am celebrating the multifaceted images of God as a black woman all around me.
by Comfort Sampong | Jan 4, 2020 | 1 comment
Another holiday, another rustling through my luggage of words to find poignant answers for the question.
by Comfort Sampong | Dec 4, 2019 | 1 comment
I cannot scramble past the darkness this year, so I am looking for signs of God’s presence in the darkness.
by Comfort Sampong | Nov 4, 2019 | 2 comments
Even when I do speak in accented Spanish, Hondurans often assume I’m from a Honduran afro-indigenous community.
by Comfort Sampong | Oct 4, 2019 | 1 comment
“No, you need to take a right where the soups are. The soups on the boulevard. You know what I’m talking about, right? Because I’m not sure I know what I’m talking about.”
by Comfort Sampong | Sep 4, 2019 | 1 comment
I picked through the trash for the unraveled strands of yarn and carried them outside.
by Comfort Sampong | Aug 4, 2019 | 0 comments
Who would catch me if I broke rank and fell into new, unknown ideas? Who would listen if I loosened my mouth and spoke?
by Comfort Sampong | Jun 4, 2019 | 2 comments
We need something to comfort us after the emotional fireworks of seeing Miguel reconnect with his ancestors in a flurry of orange marigolds.
by Comfort Sampong | May 4, 2019 | 0 comments
I gain a quiet confidence because I know our advances and our pains belong to each other.
by Comfort Sampong | Apr 4, 2019 | 0 comments
To commemorate a time that holds both tragedy and rebirth, Ghana has declared 2019 the Year of Return.
by Comfort Sampong | Mar 4, 2019 | 0 comments
If your goal is to bring about change, the verdict on riots is not yet out.
by Comfort Sampong | Oct 30, 2018 | 0 comments
I will battle against my own impatience and distrust as I remember that people are not exchangeable puzzle pieces.