Miles Ezeilo: Future Howard Bison

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 I got in. I got in I got in I got in I got in I GOT IN!!!!!!!

 

After five years of working towards my dream school, the light at the end of the tunnel is closer and brighter than it has ever been. I have been accepted into Howard University’s class of 2021. It’s a surreal feeling, to say the least. With every late-night study session, every volunteer hour and every extracurricular activity, despite my schedule being hectic, in the back of my head I always thought “Howard will make this all worth it”. Since eighth grade I’ve had this school in my sights, and now it’s only 7 months away from becoming a reality. Excitement is an understatement.

Especially with Donald Trump’s presidential election, being at Howard is even more important to me. While I will be down the street from him in D.C (yikes), I know that Howard will be just what I need during these next four years. No more hyper-conservative “All Lives/Blue Lives/ Not Black Lives Matter” people will I have to face. Instead I will be fed nothing but knowledge of the world around me, my people, and what I can do to change it for the better. It’s almost as if Howard, or any HBCU is the protective shield every young black American needs. Perfect timing, if you ask me.

I can’t thank enough people who got me to this place in my life. Mom and dad, you’ve been my motivation in more ways than one. Besides literally telling me I need to work on college essays and getting on me about my grades, your presence and success alone provided the example I needed to keep working hard. I love y’all. I also want to thank all my aunt’s and uncle’s and cousins and grandparents and friends of the family for helping me all of these years. Whether through example of your achievements, words of wisdom, or just positivity towards everyone around you, you have all been a huge part in how I’m here. Your help meant and still means so much to me and I’ll be sure to never let you guys down.

It feels weird sometimes, to be honest, when I think about the next chapter of my life. For four years I’ve been working on achieving this goal through school and my outside life. Now that the next step is moving closer and closer, it’s kind of strange to know that so much will change. My current routine, my habits and my norms will all be different, and I can’t lie it’s scary sometimes. However, I know that with a strong foundation behind me and a thirst to learn and grow, success and happiness is in the future. I just know it.

 

I just wanted to express how I’m feeling and give thanks the right way to all the people who’ve helped me get here. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much. I’ll make sure to keep you updated as I go through my journey.

 

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YOU KNOW!!!!!!!

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Brothers Back Home: Our Trip to Nigeria

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    For 11 days, September 30th through October 10th, my family took a trip back to Lagos, Nigeria. For a lot of reasons this trip was extremely important, and everyday I’m thankful that I was able to embark on such an amazing experience .My brother Cole and I both had a lot to say about our trip, so it made no sense to only allow one story. With that, I give you Cole Ezeilo’s experience Back Home.

 

   Ezeilo. That is who I am. That is what I am. That is what’s made me the young man I am today. Before my trip, I honestly didn’t know who I really was.  I knew that I was Nigerian and Igbo because of my father, but I never thought it would make a big difference, especially in the American “melting pot” society we live in today. I am a firm believer that heritage and self-knowledge is the backbone of any man. So the moment I stepped out of the plane in Lagos, Nigeria, I immediately knew what it meant to be a Nigerian. What it meant to be an Ezeilo.

    Contrary to popular belief, Lagos, Nigeria and Nigeria in general isn’t filled to the brim with slimy scam artists that are impoverished hoping to get any money they can find. Lagos also isn’t some rural city where zebras and giraffe’s roam the streets. It’s simply a city that has people everywhere like any other place. But what sets Lagos apart from any random city and the reason why people are so scared of the city is because it’s incredibly fast. And when I say fast I mean fast in every sense of the word. The cars are fast, the conversations are fast, heck, even the days seem faster! It’s simply a faster paced society and the people native to Lagos have always known this lifestyle. On the other side however, when outsiders view the Nigerian society, it makes them uncomfortable because their humans and their natural instinct is to reject change and differences. So prior to my trip, I was simply an outsider looking into my own culture but now I possess the ability to not only adjust to a fast-paced society but more importantly switch between a fast and a slow one. This is what I think makes me unique. The fact that I’m a true African-American or rather, an American-African.

    There’s a certain joy you get when you open your eyes and see family everywhere. It’s truly a humbling experience because you know for a fact, that you’re a part of something much bigger than yourself. I can remember the exact time this feeling hit me. It was during my father’s 50th birthday party on the beach of Lekki, a section of Lagos. All of the Ezeilo’s were up dancing regardless of age or gender with each and every one of our faces painted with smiles. We were able to connect on a different level and many of us had nothing in common except one thing… Ezeilo. I believe it was at this time that my life changed for the better. You see, it’s so easy to say that the people over there that were not taken from the Atlantic Slave Trade are completely separate from us. Especially as a young black man in America, the systemic racism has been set up to disconnect us from our heritage and culture and more importantly, our family. But I’m lucky and blessed to say that I’m part of the large percentage of American-Africans and know who and where I come from.

   So as I got on the plane to leave Lagos, I thought about the knowledge I’d acquired on this trip. This wasn’t information that could be taught in a classroom. This also wasn’t information that I ever could’ve learned here in the states. It was information and care from the family that loved me unconditionally upon arrival and this is of unfathomable value. This is Ezeilo.

 

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Shout out to my brother Cole Ezeilo, the boy that’s gonna rule the world one day. Pop4all.com if you didn’t know already. The following are my words. I hope you enjoy.

 

For me, I knew I was never going to forget this trip when I landed in Enugu State, where my father was born.

After my grandfather’s passing, the entire Ezeilo family was shocked to hear about the hero that was Godwin Ezeilo. He was such a strong figure, saving hundreds of lives in his own lifetime, that his death was almost unfathomable. Because of this, many elders in the family refused to believe the news of my grandfather’s death. With my father being the oldest son of his immediate family, it was his job to travel back to Enugu State to tell his family the news. I came along with him, and what I saw will stay with me for as long as I live.

As I took the brief flight from Lagos to Enugu in the middle of our trip with my parents, I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I knew that the Ezeilos were a big family, but for 17 years this big family had been nothing but a concept in my head. No faces to any names, no memories between one another, and no ways of connecting on a personal level. Is this really going to be like my how dad had talked about it for all this time? Will I be able to relate to my own family?  And finally, what is the true strength of the Ezeilo name? All of this tossed and turned in my head as we finally landed at the Enugu airport. From there, I never stopped smiling, maturing, and learning.

With every step I took on Enugu soil, my family grew almost exponentially. My Uncle Paul, who was the backbone behind this entire trip, took us all around the state to introduce us to all of our family members. Everywhere we went there were more and more Ezeilos, each with an enormous smile and an even bigger heart. Something that really stuck out to me was being in the presence of a living and breathing king  who just happened to share the last name as me. Does that make me royalty? Yeah, I think it does. Following this, we moved all around the state through each  house, apartment, estate, or mansion, where Ezeilos were ready to make us feel at home. I met different  uncles, aunts, great-uncles, great aunts, and an insane amount of cousins. I met governors, engineers, and bankers to name a few. It was like a family reunion, except the entire state felt like being in your cousin’s backyard.

When we got to the village where my father and grandfather and great-grandfather was born, however, I experienced something that I had previously never felt before. To this very moment I can’t truly describe the sensation accurately. It was a mix between an out-of-body experience and a lucid dream, as crazy that sounds. I’ve been walking around and talking to people all day, but for some reason as soon as I touched down on such a significant place in my family’s history, things were different. I knew this was bigger than me, to say the least. The village traditions had so much meaning to them that you couldn’t help but stare at and study every movement the elders made. The Igbo, our language, was fluid, strong, and at some times it felt like I could understand them despite never knowing the language. And every time I shook a hand or introduced myself, I was met with such overwhelming joy.  After these traditions and speeches from my uncles and father were finished, my father and I chanted and prayed over the grave of my great-grandfather, James Ezeilo, the man who built everything I saw around me. It felt like I finally unlocked a part of myself that I had been questioning for so long: what does the name Ezeilo really mean? Well after narrowing it down to a country, a state, a village, and finally one man, I can confidently say that I know where I come from.

Now, there were many more stories and memories I had from this trip. It was amazing in every aspect of the word, and I’ll never forget it. But to me personally, the one experience that changed everything was my time in the Ezagwa village. I know EXACTLY who I am, who my people are, the strength my family has, and the power of being back home. Coming back from this trip, it felt like I had a gold suit of armor with a crown to match. The name of this outfit, you ask? E-Z-E-I-L-O. I dare you to try and stop me now.

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The Mind Of a Teenage Black Boy

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Hey, Miles here. I’m a 15-year-old African-American boy from Atlanta, Georgia, with a couple of things to say about the world I live in.  Although I lack a few necessary character traits (i.e organization, neatness, and sometimes common sense), I always try to be aware of what goes around in my life in every aspect of it. Basically, whatever the subject may be, I usually have a unique opinion on it. And as an African-American teenage male, this lens that I look through as I view the world is different than an average person on the street. Whether it be sports, politics, movies, music, or just the basic things in my life, I like to have my own stance. And because of this, I am doing this blog for two reasons: one, because I love to write. I LOVE it. Ever since I knew what words were, I’ve always been trying to express my ideas and thoughts through writing. I’ve had my phases of not wanting to pursue writing anymore, but the love I have for doing it always brings me back. I never want to stop writing.

And two, because I feel that the true opinions and thoughts of black boys in the world today are dwindling, and are being replaced by what people think we’re thinking. Too frequently I hear from schools or organizations, “How come black youth isn’t engaged/interested in what we’re trying to give them?” Well the answer is simple: you need to ask black youth! If you want a change to be made, you need to look for voices that represent the demographic you’re trying to catch. I may not speak for all teenage black boys, but you can be sure that I can speak for myself. And that’s gotta mean something.

My writing inspirations are very close to me, for they are both a part of my close family. My Uncle (Nick Chiles), and Aunt (Denene Millner) are both prestigious authors that have not only published countless books, but also successfully run websites that have to deal with the lives and stories of African Americans in America. With a résumé like that, how can you go anywhere else? They really are (as well as my Dad who insisted I should start this) the reason why I decided to pursue blogging. And for that,I thank you all. I have a good feeling about this. This is going to be fun.

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