No more Thanksgiving

You can almost hear it. The unspoken question quietly sitting at the back of many minds in this season: Do I stay in the U.S. for Thanksgiving, or do I save that money and fly home for Detty December?

For a lot of Africans in the North America diaspora, this decision isn’t just about travel. It’s about value. It’s about identity. It’s about belonging. Is it better to gather around a turkey here OR hold out for Jollof, street Suya, freshly tapped palm wine and family back home?

Some are doing both, while many are stretching their finances so thin that neither option feels joyful. Then there’s the pressure.

The unspoken expectations. The group chat that’s planning five turn-ups every week of December. The Auntie back home saying, “If you’re coming, you must do Christmas for us.” The coworker who assumes you love whatever flavor of Secret Santa.

The flight alerts that change price every hour. The stock market that’s dancing Zanku and Azonto with no rhythm. But in all the noise, there’s something deeper asking for our attention. What version of connection will nourish me this year?

Maybe it’s Thanksgiving dinner with a few trusted people here.

Maybe it’s returning home for one week instead of three.

Maybe it’s going somewhere quiet.

Think Capetown’s southern coast, the mountains in Lesotho, or Essaouira in Morocco—for rest instead of running. Sanctuary instead of schedule.

This season is more about we are helping you connect the dots and less about telling you where to be.

We’re simply holding space for you to pause… and choose peace with intention.

Breathe—and eat well. You deserve both.