Essentially, Black History Month is a time dedicated to the inquiry, appreciation and recognition of the history of the African diaspora, from the Caribbean to the Congo, from Mandela in South Africa to Malcolm X in the United States. We are far from each other by distance, defined by borders, but this month, Black History covers all corners of the globe. This is history. Back home in the United States, Black History Month came around like any other holiday. Every February, I enjoyed coloring in Dr. King in elementary school or reading about Black inventors in middle school. This February, I learned that this month used to be a week. Before that, it was a fight for Black History to even have the chance to come to light. This month was — and still is — a necessary step in the direction for better tomorrows. Soon enough, we will not have to take baby steps. Our minds are growing and our eyes are focusing; silence on this topic is outdated. Black History has lessons to teach, phenomenal stories to tell and promises of much greater feats to come. While Black History deserves its shine, I want to see the day when it will not look like the month of February to younger kids in elementary school. I want to see the day that will teach the entire diaspora that we are one. I want to see the day that will interlock our history with mainstream history. But until that day comes, have a great Black History Month.