I’m Cool with the Shepherd,Not Sure About the Flock.

I tried again
“ shabablababala…yokosamadada…”
Hmm,it just didn’t sound right. When would I finally receive this anointing that I always heard about?One time, in my Grandma’s prayer group meeting, I simply just fell down dramatically,as the pastor placed two fingers on my belly to “remove unclean spirits”. I hadn’t felt any sudden ecstatic possession by the Holy Spirit,but I was scared. If I didn’t “fall under the anointing”, others might think I was demon-possessed…

Self Care is an act of Self-Preservation: Tips

Self Care is simply the art of taking good care of yourself. Sometimes we tend to over commit to work, activities, etc. Taking care of ourselves doesn’t mean being overly selfish, it just means that you are making sure that you are a priority-your body and your soul. I’m on a self care journey and…

For Harriet : On Rape, Silence and Power

I recently had the chance to post a story on one of the most popular blogs for women of African ancestry-For Harriet magazine. Please read my story here : For Harriet: On Rape, Silence and Power.

Wanderlust: 21 Places .

I love to travel – as long as I can hustle hard enough to afford it. With my whole life ahead of me,these are the places itching my wanderlust: 1 Itacare-Brazil: I’ve been there before ,but I want to go back. 2.Martinique: The picture explains why 3.Belize: Anywhere in Belize is fine 4. Bora Bora-French…

“Just Eat!” : For Skinny Girls

“Real women have curves”, and a model died from anorexia last week.

Was she faking her womanhood then? She didn’t really benefit from it either.She didn’t walk the runway. She was no Adriana Lima, Miranda Kerr or Liya Kebede. Her catwalk was her unwilling trek to work every morning for $8.50 an hour on the slippery ice laden runway. No, she was not responsible for the media telling women that her body type was the epitome of the white capitalist construction of female beauty. She also wasn’t white . She was African, and was supposed to have a thick ass and bursting voluptuousness, according to constructions of “true African womanhood”.

Orange Rain

    Fallen leaves, rotten fruit, earthworms, chicken feces, and charcoal residue mix with orange-red earth, the mud from our backyard is full of many little things. I remember huddling under patterned cloths, waiting for sweet petrichor , the smell after earth and sky have made peace, a smell that I still can’t really describe….

Rain

Star Sapphires Grazing the sacred Cutting open the dead Healing  long formed decay Softening and molding the hardened earth Summoning sweet petrichor Drifting upwards Rain.

Smell

Open Sewers Earth after rain Olele Grilled Fish Fried Plantain The Forbidden Street Food Sweat Stale Sweat Tension Bustle Huslte Car exhaust fumes Misery Joy Hope Death Life Stray Dogs Freetown People.

Any Woman.

” I am not afraid anymore”. That was the first line she wrote in her journal that night. Insomnia kept her up till the pink-orange tint of dawn .She read the line over and over- again,and each time,she was less convinced than before.Each sob racked her frail frame and  each hiccup brought fresh wrenching  pain…

Is Africa helping Africa?

We are not as united as we care to think. Take it from Sierra Leoneans,Liberians and Guineans,who have had to  watch Cubans,Chinese,Americans,British,French,etc,basically everybody else,come to their aid and help in providing assistance during this dreadful Ebola outbreak…and wonder…”but where are our own ‘brothers and sisters’ “. This should be a wake up call that we are only…