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In 2017, while I am working to increase freedom in Minnesota, across the ocean, Nigeria is creating the hashtag #EndSARS to stop police brutality in the country.
In 2017, while Adebola continued to organize and advocate for freedom in Minnesota, she watched a different struggle unfold across the Atlantic in Nigeria. There, youth were beginning to rally against the long-standing brutality of the Special Anti-Robbery Squad—SARS—a notorious unit of the Nigerian police known for extortion, torture, and extrajudicial killings. The movement grew slowly, then rapidly, as the hashtag #EndSARS emerged as a digital battle cry. It wasn’t just about police violence; it was about a larger hunger for dignity, safety, and justice. Moments like this affirm my faith—God is listening. Ancestors carry my messages—they help plead my case.
In 2020, I will watch something I never thought I would witness in my lifetime: thousands of youth in Nigeria will rise up to end police brutality through protest, and the world will support the #EndSARS movement.
And then, in 2020, the world watched what Adebola believed was possible since 2016: thousands of Nigerian youth rising up in peaceful protest, demanding an end to corruption and brutality. It was global. It was loud. It was beautiful. And it was met with violent suppression—echoing the same themes of state violence and structural neglect that she had faced in Minnesota.
But something had shifted.
I believe this movement is a fulfillment of a long-brewing spiritual prophecy—a collective awakening not just in Nigeria, not just in the U.S., but across the African diaspora. A call for Pan-African unity, for shared healing, for revolutionary love. As the youth in Nigeria risked their lives on the front lines, their chants and songs resonated with those in Minneapolis still grieving Terrence Franklin, Philando Castile and George Floyd’s murder, as well as those hostage to the Minnesota Paradox—still alive but systematically restricted for living for the states agenda of racially and socioeconomically motivated Eugenics. The movements mirrored each other—different geographies, same heartbeat.
She continues to pray—for her body, for her family, for her state of Minnesota and the United States of America, for the healing of Black people everywhere. Her voice, often silenced by disability and systemic criminality, now rings out with prophetic clarity. “It is time to stop the suffering,” she says. “It is time to listen to the spirit of unity. The ancestors are calling us to remember—we are not alone. We are never alone.”
As the patch on the quilt says, ❝ Let your light shine.❞
From a quilt in South Minneapolis to the streets of Lagos, a prayer travels. And with it, the prophecy of a free people—one stitch, one chant, one uprising at a time.
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