kuna hadithi najua,

bout how the earth floats in space on the back of a turtle,

na kila Mara someone tells this hadithi,


kama maisha/cycles



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

the divine consciousness that I yam

ni infinitely grateful for the magic of growing vijiji,evolushunary revolushunaries

20150724_133249blessings of he/artfully cocreating a world with courage, compassion

20150725_181210en responsibility to each other, captured in moments kama


riding with overflowing abundance ya upendo

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,

varadero oshun ritual

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

varadero oshun ritual 2

oshun na awos

leo, dis hadithi ni how spirit-led/to go (back) to Kuba,

harvesting de blessings of we global panafrikan village,

in a different kind of world.mto

infinitely grateful for (relearning) healing journeys

ritual for oshun

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.

varadero jamii safari


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.

.varadero jamiinalosjuegos

in spaces between rituals & feasts for oshun y yemoya,


all we are is love, love, upendo, amor en stardust.

varadero jamii feast

kijiji feast for yemoya


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


…….and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard

nor welcomed but when we are silent we are still afraid

So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive
– Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn

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


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)


to soundtrack ya ibeyi’s cover of better with the infinite

20140907_153010“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


it is not taboo to go back for what you (/we) forgot – sankofa