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hello loves i hope everybody is still treating themselves kindly in light of the new year. i hope you are still listening to yourself. it is so important. i am trying to find out what is important to me, whose voice, whose words, which part of the world, which part of my life etc. the likes of Maya Angelou and others reviewed in this post are included in that faction, i now can say.  i’ve been committed to reading what i want post-graduation. it is important that i give mysel

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

Black Girls Brunch Better. Black Woman Magic. Helping Black Women live their best lives. Black Women taking up space. Black women supporting black women in full force. My first brunch of 2018 with Black Ballad’s ‘Black Girls Brunch’ left me full of mantras and affirmations such as these. Black Ballad’s first event in Birmingham brought together the new faces in the city, sitting black women from several walks of life amongst one another. I find that this is the essence of Bla

black women celebrating black women. hi i hope you’ve welcomed twenty eighteen into your life with love and learning. i hope last year has taught you, as it did me, to prepare yourself for lows and indulge indulge in the highs and saturate yourself in the blessings so that gratitude follows you. whilst this is not ever going to disguise itself as a ‘new year’ (nothing is made new in the dead of winter), it is an opportunity to begin afresh. and reactivate. since i celebrate t

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

My first visit to Paris coincided with my first Afropunk experience. As in, my first time being fully surrounded by people who were willing to embrace their blackness loudly coincided with my first time in the delicate Parisian streets. Afropunk Paris less than subtly persuaded that we should dismiss the notion of an ‘alternative’ blackness, a version of blackness which is different. Afropunk seems to remind us that this is just who we are, how we are, when given a space to o