kuna hadithi najua,
bout how the earth floats in space on the back of a turtle,
na kila Mara someone tells this hadithi,
inabadilika,
kama maisha/cycles
August 5, 2016
kuna hadithi najua,
bout how the earth floats in space on the back of a turtle,
na kila Mara someone tells this hadithi,
inabadilika,
kama maisha/cycles
March 1, 2016
in spaces between sharing divine space with growing village,
from the audio lorde fest to women for peace day…
we are the ones we’ve been looking for
July 25, 2015
March 17, 2015
kuna hadithi najua, about how the earth floats in space on the back of a turtle…
en Obatala came down with the chicken en there was (Ile) Ife,
usanii ya preparing sacred space
every time someone tells this story it changes,
sometimes, it’s Nambi that came (back) to Earth with Kintu, the chicken en the millet that she went back home to get.
in others, Mwedzi (moon) na Hweva (morningstar) become lovers en co-parent the first sacred village into thriving manifestation
oshun na awos
leo, dis hadithi ni how spirit-led/to go (back) to Kuba,
harvesting de blessings of we global panafrikan village,
infinitely grateful for (relearning) healing journeys
akina dada, mama na awos wa Afreeka
so grateful for time for rest and ritual, surrounded with blessings in abundance.
give thanks for de synergy of spirit circles in turtle island, across the diaspora of righteousness en on the afreekan shores.
healing circles kama
the last ijumaa ya februari, pamoja (con nuevo familia) tulifika kwa mto, in ritual and with offerings for oshun.
enroute
na in honour of harvesting synergy ya sacred leadership en #PanAfricanArtsMovements.
sharing our hadithi; true true stories of resiliency, renewal en reclaiming a liberatory kind of powah.
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in spaces between rituals & feasts for oshun y yemoya,
ubuntu.
all we are is love, love, upendo, amor en stardust.
kijiji feast for yemoya
January 5, 2015
maisha:
روی نـگار در نـظرم جـلوه مینـمود وز دور بوسـه بر رخ مـهـتاب میزدم
The face of my love flashed before my eyes
From afar I sent kisses to the moon
حافظ (via honeyandelixir)
voice of love hafiz
kifo:
…….and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard
nor welcomed but when we are silent we are still afraid
in-spirit of honouring wahenga wetu, ancestors of dis land, from the diaspora of righteousness to the heart of we all,
mama na akina baba, ndugu, dada na watoto wa afreeka o….
i yam speaking not only for survival, immersed in grieving/birthing/re-emerging rituals, na kwasababu dis place here is sometimes all i got to run to, into we arms, harvesting these powahs of technology for we nourishment en thriving.
in these re/learning healing journeys ya sustaining vijiji, here where we (continue) harvesting collective zawadi of resiliency positively transforming these silences, we’ve become used to for too long….
in de spirit of this afrikan liberation renaissance, when mi own words still not enough, as i transition back from this cycle of (reclaiming) silence n ‘black-outs’….
sharing with overflowing love, these zawadis that have sustained not only me, but so many of we through the moons and hard he/art work years…,
mawazo kama
darling,
the person that hurts you
will not stick around
to stitch you up,
so you better learn
to heal yourself
with your own two hands.
m.v., be your own savior.
(via lipstick-bullet)
na
to soundtrack ya ibeyi’s cover of better with the infinite
October 5, 2014
“There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.”
― adrienne rich
as tdot (la ciudad) mourns de passing of (loving amani warriors kama) nahom berhane, wish u peace n rest…
in spaces between honouring ancestors, ours en of dis land
spirit led / to come back
kwasasabu
it is not taboo to go back for what you (/we) forgot – sankofa
December 12, 2012