Where I’m from…..

Meet Malika

Even though Malika and I grew up together in the same household and had similar encounters we also had separate experiences in our lives that has made us into the people that we are today.  I took a road trip with Malika to her alma mater Northwood University.  When we arrived and took a stroll through the campus, she told me “This is where I grew up”.  

Starting this university when she was just 16 years old, she had a lot of growing up to do.  Before going to Northwood Malika grew up a middle child.  My oldest brother Maurice was my Mom’s favorite, Maisha our older sister was my Dad’s favorite, I was the youngest and got taken care of by all, and then there was Malika in the middle.  She was loved for sure but was definitely lost in the shuffle sometimes.  Malika states that before going to Northwood she was a square, not social, and green of a lot of worldly matters.  It wasn’t until she went up to Northwood that she was able to come into her own.  She was independent of family hierarchy and able to develop her own identity of being just Malika. 

Going to Northwood was a learning experience for her and I’m not talking about the classes she took.  Matter of fact most of her learning was not about what was in the textbook at all it was more about relationships.  The university helped to expose and give her a look into real America, Conservative and often times racist environment.  Growing up in Detroit where the population was predominately Black it was a true life shift going to a university where 8%, and sometimes less, of the student population looked like her.   She stated that university prepared her for real life in corporate America, knowing that often times it is not what you know but who you know.  

Northwood University is where Malika forged lifelong friendships.  Friendships that have lasted nearing 30 years and still going strong.  Solid friendships that will survive the test of time, weathered many of life challenges, and has even been etched in stone as to show the strong foundation.  

This university is also where Malika started a new life.  A senior in college she got pregnant with her one and only son Tyree.  She took an absence in the middle of her final semester to return home and gave birth.  Determined to finish what she started after giving birth she returned to the university with baby in tote.  With the help of Tyree’s dad, Maisha our older sister who was a transfer student to Northwood, and Tyree’s Godfather they rotated schedules to make sure Tyree had fulltime care while Malika complete her degree.  

Walking thru this campus with Malika reminiscing thru all her memories of her growth and fun on this campus made me understand her a little bit more.  Malika is one of the strongest, loving, thoughtful, determined, friend, mother and sister that I have ever encountered.  

Malika remembering her life on campus at Jordan lecture hall

Malika and son Tyree visiting Northwood University where they both grew up
The friendships and bond that she developed at Northwood University has lasted nearing 30 years. Their love has been etched in stone at Recognition Park.
Malika in front of one of the on campus apartments in which she resided during her time at Northwood University

Where I’m From…

Meet Stephen Crosson

When we pulled up to his first childhood home, I remember asking if things looked the same or different. He stated that things looked the same, but as we walked the block, he noticed how although some things looked the same, a lot has changed as well. We discussed how things seemed so much bigger in our eyes as children versus looking back on things now as an adult. The street that he once walked down going to visit friends as a child seemed like walking a mile actually took us less than 5 minutes in grown up time.

He discussed having a strong sense of family togetherness and strong community bonds living in this house. Whether it was memories of lying on the floor with his dad putting together hot wheel tracks, or having summer Bible school lessons and fun activities at a neighbor’s house.

Hearing about the things that took place at Stephen’s home and neighborhood helped me understand him a lil bit more. I know that he is a community guy, loves to bring people together and have a good time, talks to family in some form or fashion at least once a day, is a humble guy but definitely not a slouch.

Stephen at home

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Stephen never seems to meet a stranger. Stephen is talking to the new occupant of his childhood home.

The Journey Begins

“A person does not grow from the ground like a vine or a tree, one is not part of a plot of land. Mankind has legs so it can wander.”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

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Hi there. My name is Mishira Davis. Some people know me as Cha Cha.

I recently decided to start taking pictures of people and telling their stories. Who they are. Where they are from. Their origins. Their roots. 

 Because my Instagram would only let me write so much, I created this blog so I can go deeper into the lives of people around me.  

Through my photography, I want to share with people what I see and how it makes me feel. I want me photography to be a connection from my heart to yours.