“Why is it important that this Southern BLACK woman used the South as the canvas for her West African journey through womanhood? Because when we were chained and shipped, it wasn’t just our stolen bodies that traveled to this stolen land, but our gods traveled with us. The Orisha (gods and spirits) of Ifa (the traditional Yoruba religion) and Vodun (the traditional Dahomey religion) have been on this journey with Afro-Americans (Africans of the Americas) for its entirety. Whatever we faced, they faced it too and it was their strength that kept us going no matter where we were delivered; whether it be Puerto Rico (Santeria), Brazil (Condomble), Haiti (Vodou), or right here in your Big Mamma’s Alabama kitchen (*insert any given Black church that probably has a “fix the roof” fund*).
“Who are these gods and wtf do they have to do with Beyonce’s damn-good Lemonade??” you ask. Thanks for being impatient, let me get to the juice”
when the heart hurts it tells a story of growth or death or violence in the offing. it never lies but speaks and reads in the language it was given,…
The saints tried to move the Earth itself in an attempt to save this boy from himself. Jamal sat in the middle of this circle of twisted divine intervention and waited. He waited for the shouting and the praying and the beseeching to end. He waited for the olive oil to stop dripping down his forehead, for the backs of those saints to straighten. He waited for his father’s wrath to subside, for the belt to take its last swing. He waited for silence.
Home is not fearing love so that I can experience the best part of living on earth, coexisting. I am spiritual and rely on my ancestors for their guidance. When I stay open to reading auras, I can see the colors they paint and it heightens the experience of my world; that of home and love. It is the most exhilarating feeling when home walks into my life in the form of love, walks into my openness and I can feel the presence of an aura like my own. In a world of many auras, there is a family of hues and tones that home and love are painted into. Relevance? Well, that’s the way my current home entered my life, the way we found one another.
by Jacques Etienne Your mother, the shaman, forces those snake charmers to eat dirt. Not name brand shit but the generic kind In your youth you wanted to be a…
“ Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies Oh, they tell me of a home far away Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm…