Dear Reader,
Thirteen years ago I met Shaka Senghor. I was a young activist who wanted to change the world and he was a man serving a 17-40 year sentence for second degree murder. Through countless letters and phone calls and visits, we fell deeply in love.
No one in my family understood why I was waiting on a man in prison. My friends thought I was crazy. I felt incredibly alone.
But Shaka and I had an intense spiritual connection — it was as if God had created him just for me — so I ignored other people’s fears and took a chance on love.
Almost from the start we dreamed about our happily-ever-after. We were going to build wealth in our community, travel the world, and make some beautiful brown babies. But happily-ever-after doesn’t always look the way you think it will.