… we’d all be one tribe.
Yesterday on my drive into work I was listening to The E.N.D., jiving my way down the interstate, and singing loudly with Fergie and will.i.am, and thinking about how lucky we’d be if the Black Eyed Peas ruled the world.
The lyrics to ‘One Tribe’ are beautifully conveyed, and the tone is precisely what we’re trying to teach our son, the mini wonder:
“One Tribe, one time, one planet, one race
Its all one blood, don’t care about your face
The color of your eye or the tone of your skin
Don’t care where ya are
Don’t care where ya been
Cause where we gonna go
Is where we wanna be
The place where the little language is unity
And the continent is called Pangaea”
In my day-to-day work as a local crusader in the global fight against HIV/AIDS, it’s nice to think that it’s the differences between you and me that make us who we are, but it’s the similarities that really make us one tribe.
I want to provide for my child, make sure he has a warm place to lay his head at night and that his body is nourished and his belly full. I want to find happiness and contentment with my husband, and laugh and love fully with him. Care for my mother and enjoy our time together. Enjoy our friends through fellowship and good times. Live peacefully without violence to shatter our souls, and in a world with no war. Let’s bring our soldiers home so that their lives and souls can find peace, and the lands in which they’re serving can share that same grace.
“Let’s cast amnesia, forget about all that evil … Remember that we’re one people.”