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
“There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.”
Molisa wa NyaKale 