libations and harambee unto you, my brothers and sisters.
i wanted to give you guys a black history month treat that would surely tickle the ancestors pink. how many times have you said to yourself, ‘self, i wish there were other Black History songs other than that ‘sing sing celebrate’ song that was out when i was a wee toddler.’ well my friends, bow your heads and say a thank-you prayer for kfc, for they have heard your call.
with hits like “KFC Pride 360” and “At the KFC,” and “Let’s Have a Party” (‘let’s have a party/in the community/bring out your family/down at the KFC’) you can reflect on how far you, my nubian beauties, have come; finally, you can put on your kente cloth and do a ceremonial interpretive dance celebrating our progressive triumph over horrible, defaming stereotypes against the backdrop of an album full of black folks singing of the irresistable deliciousness of fried chicken.
no, i am not making this shit up.
thank you, KFC. my blackness now finds you inexplicably relatable.
ashe, brothers and sisters. happy Black History Month.