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hi, i’ve come to share all of the glitter from the Birmingham black british bloggers BBB Mixer. Dust your mobile/ laptop screens because it is plentiful. You’re welcome. But honestly. It was so necessary.  I said that in the write up post, but I’m going to properly demonstrate the range and variety of bloggers and content creators that we’re hiding up here in the midlands.  And none of us had to pay big money and trek to London for this opportunity to connect with other equal

self love, self love, self love. i’m back documenting the work of more black women doing bits. two weeks ago i attended the Naturally Crowned event curated by Bonnie Lush Hair and My Ebony Box. it was glorious. i enjoyed the company of black women in birmingham interested in developing healthy self love habits and i made some friends. it was also an opportunity for me to read poetry fresh from the manuscript and i can’t wait to read from these pages more more more. the day wa

hello loves i’m in a sharing mood. it’s been a while since i’ve shared any poetry. i want to. here is something that i am rehearsing and filling my flat with in preparation for the Naturally Crowned Event this saturday. a poem, from the first manuscript. These self-made sista circles are Indestructible You know. Inimitable Impenetrable Bullet proof. Shatterproof. That is what upsets and confuses the world. How, Can something So age-old Last so long Work so well.

hello loves before i begin this post about my poetry readings, i want to discuss what i learnt yesterday at the ‘is the black womxn god?’ event. Dr. Runoko Rashidi taught me: ‘black was widely recognised as the colour of deification. it was not a colour of mourning as the western world has asked it to be. it was the colour of God. imagine a time when black was the colour of God.’ tell them. the entire event was filled with reminders to all gathered in the room that we have re

Nottinghill Carnival: Find ways to truly prioritise representing your family. And your culture likewise. Allow yourself the space to get frustrated with not being documented. Or being documented in such a way that it is no longer about you. Or your people. Or your collected history. Trust that frustration. Trust it and give it the room it needs to develop and spread into every dormant part of your being until you must exhibit all that you are proud of in a docum