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  • Black

    Black. That is what we are said to be. Black, synonymous with inventors? Black, synonymous with innovators? Black, synonymous with creatives? Black Kings? Black Queens? Black Empires? Black Kingdoms? What is meant by Black? Black knowledge? For we too are guardians of the land. Black, like you and me? Changemakers. Black, which has impacted human […]

  • Broke

    “Before God could bring me to this place, He broke me a thousand times. I have wept, I have groaned, I have travailed many a night until God broke me” – Smith Wigglesworth.

  • Forgot

    I forgot, oh I forgotMy First Love. The sweetness of Your presence.I forgot, oh I forgotHow blessedly fun it is to spend time with You.I forgot, oh I forgotThe adventure that comes with surrender, abandon.I forgot, oh I forgotWhat it was to put You first. Why did I choose to wake up in the early […]

  • M.I.A

    “I tried calling you last week but I was unable to reach you.” “Iyanu! I tried calling you.” “Hi Iyanu, I hope all is okay. Please get back to me. I am really worried that you are not responding.” These are some of the messages I found on my phone upon my return. I hear […]

  • Who am I?

    My story is marred with trauma, with pain, with tears. Having been sexually assaulted by multiple men and verbally assaulted in many ways, I did not want to accept those parts of my story. I wanted to believe that those experiences happened to someone else, a different me. I never wanted to associate that person with the person I thought I needed to be. I did not want to be a victim. I was terrified. But, who am I without my experiences?

  • Wisdom & Understanding

    The battle rages within. What I want to do versus what I ought to do. Through these lenses of war I make decisions. Daily choices, that determine the outcome of life and living.

  • The Power of authenticity

    The Power of authenticity

    Imagine a world where I am me, and you are you. A world where me being me does not take away from you being you.

  • The Dichotomy

    The Dichotomy

    This Dichotomy, where logic makes no sense at all. Where instead of running parallel, all things intersect. A place where Last is First, and Surrender is Honor. This place where Death became Life.

  • Motive

    What is my motive for that which I say I believe? What is my motive for following Him? What is my motive for all that I do “for Him”? Do I even know ‘what I believe and why I believe it’?

  • Stumble & Fall

    I stumble. I fall. I bruise myself, and sometimes I bleed. I stumble, I fall. I battle mind against Spirit, body against heart. I stumble, I fall. It all seems too much, what would it mean to give up? I stumble, I fall. Over and over it seems.

  • The Process of Letting Go

    “If you have never begged God to help you let go of someone, you have never truly loved”… I push myself to release, and each time I try, it is like trying to kill a part of me in many ways. You are a part of me.

  • Running

    Running used to be a method by which I cleared my mind. The pain gave me something concrete to focus on. When the pain was not enough to drown out the thoughts anymore, when I could not outrun myself, I stopped. 

  • BLACK

    Our stories are unique in their similarities, different in their commonalities, and heartbreaking in the reality of this modern world. This is the call to action, a BATTLE CRY that rings out, that will mark this generation. Will you heed the call?

  • ‘While I Wait…’

    “The Waiting Place for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or a No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting”

  • My First Winter

    My First Winter

    I thought that this was a curse I would have to learn to live with for the rest of my life. So, I began to deal. I learned how to live life with the emptiness, the brokenness, the pain. I learned how to smile even when everything inside of me was weeping. There was no light at the end of this never-ending tunnel.