I am a storyteller in the forms of writing and visual art.

I am here to break the bounds that have restricted my people for centuries.

I am here to remind us to all look back on the stolen and forgotten histories of my homeland.

I am here to bring those stories to life. For I am just a vessel for my fallen ancestors.

 I channel energies that pulsate with the rhythms of Ifa. Their unseen power looming over our heads, streaming ounces of creativity through our blood. 

Their rooted force brighter than the conceptualization of the white man’s world. 

   Can you feel the energy humming underneath your bones /Listen for a second/ Drift into the energies that dwell within the bag of flesh we carry around.

Because being African to me means being authentically myself as I represent the creative

 energy that swims in my continent and culture before tides of colonialism attempted to

 wash it away. Why are Africans today so obsessed with being palatable to whites? Why do we

 want to be palatable when we can be Africans? Why do you think conformity is purity? 

I am here standing on the shoulders of my ancestors, their rooted feet never wavering from who they were and what they believed in. I am here to grow bountiful branches, hoping to caress your soul with my words, leaving a green leaf stamp on the aorta of your heart.