MY DORA MILAJE

I have been blessed with a big sister called DORA, so you can imagine my excitement watching black panther& finally seeing this amazing person in my life being portrayed as an entire army!!!! I grew up reading these comics, so I already knew that my sister was “set apart” from my other siblings but seeing it on the big screen was so on point and I’ll let y’all know how.

First scene of Okoye, alerting the new King (T’challa) that they were approaching their destination, the calmness in her voice even though they are heading into a violent scene & then her reminding him not to “freeze” rings DORA KEMIRIMOOOOO!!! She will go with you to battle and will make sure to resound your weakness to you(sound board) I used to think this was for my own benefit but I came to realize that she was doing this for herself, so that, when(not If…) things don’t go as planned she knew what to do. Case in point; Tchalla did freeze! But Okoye did come to the rescue…….this is my sister!! Always looking out for me…Guns blazing, spears in the air etc…and I love her for that!

As I entered into adulthood, she started revealing her cracks. Everyone has cracks, you think they are imperfections yet they are what make us REAL-she had her wig throwing/pulling off moments. You know that moment when “you are about to attain Utopia…the goal of life! And she decided naaaaah, I think I am done with this chapter of my life, let me go pour myself into young minds(If you looking for a well informed Historian on Africa,look no further Dora is your person) Maybe let me paint this clearly, being announced as the next president- and turning away from it because you believe that your gift should be used to positively impact others. The systems (which your father put in place hahaha) are too broken to mend ; in order for, her to have done a good job and feel satisfied at the end of each day, she would have had to dismantle it all and rebuild (evaluation of what matters to her family or her well being came into play) this resounds Okaye’ loyalty to T’challa when she found out that Killmonger had no good intentions in him. She fought for her “country” This is my sister through and through…… Integrity is something that oozes out of her, from the head to toe.
Loyalty is on sale…. I believe it’s become cheap but it’s always been on sale(Since even before Judas), we have some form of integrity nowadays everybody is after the paper and keeping up with the Tums..Mwes…Musin…etc (Sadly we all end up in the same boat, I wish they knew) but it’s nice to have at least one person that’s for you. I have always had my sister, through it all- the good, the bad and the ugly. My sister can justify anything with a bible verse. I don’t know how many bible study classes she’s attended. She makes Joyce Meyers look like a Fresh Man, cheeeiii!! What I love about her she won’t rub your failures in your face; she will tell you about someone in the Bible who overcame some adversities like being chased around a desert by a King and yet you are the “appointed King” and still being honorable to said King because you have to respect your leaders…people who are in authority!! Or she will remind you of a guy who was singing “Tukutendereza” locked up in prison, chains digging into his flesh and still singing praise to God and we are meant to be in a better position than these people….that clarity about any one’ circumstances gives me hope every time I go to her with the need to break things down.

Clarity as defined in the dictionary is “ free from obscurity and easy to understand.” What happens when your clarifier doesn’t find it easy to understand? When your “Dora Milaje” is uncertain? No answers! No words! You go back to basics….who you are? What do you believe in? Why do you believe in that? RHYTHM!!!! I have learnt from my sister that when all else fails RESET, REWIRE & RE-DO! I have watched her go through faith questioning moments, but she always bounced back. She has always been my rock; my ordinal points (our mother being the ULTIMATE CARDINAL POINTS) not once has she misdirected me. When we both came to a point of test in our faith where we questioned the “WHY?” I didn’t understand her silence but I understood her tears. I understood that at that moment she didn’t have an answer, I understood at that very moment we were both going to have to fight for our own selves but in the end we would be able to sit down(over a glass of Matugga rum) and reconcile that we are not wiser than our maker and move on with life. At that point, I realized that my sister has been and will always be my DORA MILAJE!!(FOR KEKIMURI,WITHOUT QUESTION!!!)