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hello loves. i’m back. with some sharing of self and poems. firstly, much has been happening in my life since my last post. i haven’t been very consistent and there’s no hiding from that and i’m going to do this walk of shame in full. so. i’ve been creating and writing and starting new chapters and figuring out new things for the last few months. content creation had been shifted to the back of the queue, but this marks the first week that i am following a dedicated plan so i

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 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