We watched Soul Train every Saturday morning, but this particular Saturday something magical happened. I had a routine. I waited patiently for the Soul Train line and fantasized about dancing alongside my favorite pop locker. I waited to see who would be selected to figure out the Soul Train artist scramble. And I waited for Don Cornelius to bring on the next guest. My sister was excited because her favorite group, Loose Ends, would be on this week’s show. I loved their music too and I was about nine years old when my family had “A Little Spice” on heavy rotation. After performing my favorite song on the album “Hangin on a String (Contemplating), Don Cornelius strutted to the stage for his ritualistic artist introduction. When each band member shared their names, my jaw dropped. It was the first time I heard a Black person with a British accent. I don’t remember learning, as a Black American child, that I was part of a global community of Black children. I think I honestly believed that Black people lived between two places; Africa and America. It’s no wonder that I’ve become a student of the Diaspora. I want to learn as much as I can about this thing, this sound generated by what Paul Gilroy calls the Black Atlantic. Cheers to the good people in London who invited me to participate in the musical discussion of Afrofuturism in London.