Colors Unseen

In the fabric of humanity, a unique lineage exists, woven with threads of brownish cinnamon. It wraps around the being like a second skin, a testament to the earth from which it came. This skin, a canvas of soft earthen hues, speaks of a heritage rich and deep, a blend of spice and strength, warmth, and resilience. The eyes, darkish brown orbs, are like twin moons in the nocturnal sky, glowing with an inner light that guides through the darkness. They are not just windows to the soul but beacons, illuminating the path for those lost in the night. They … Continue reading Colors Unseen

My dear,

Who has whispered such untruths into your ear? Who dared to say your skin was anything less than beautiful? Look upon the earth, rich and teeming with life, and see yourself reflected in its depth. You are the color of the fertile ground from which all flowers spring forth. In the deep, rich soil, the seeds find their strength, and blossoms unfurl in a riot of color. Your skin is the canvas of continents, the shade of soil that cradles roots and nourishes beginnings. It is the hue of strength, the tint of resilience, the shade of endless possibilities. Like … Continue reading My dear,

I cry in Yoruba, but I pray in the name of the Universe

I cry in Yoruba, the language of my ancestors, the language that carries the weight of my history and the stories of my people. I cry for the struggles and the pain that we have endured, for the injustices and the hardships that have been inflicted upon us. I cry for the loss and the longing, for the dreams that have been shattered and the hopes that have been dashed. But when I pray, I do so in the name of the Universe. I call upon the energy and the power that flows through all living things, the force that … Continue reading I cry in Yoruba, but I pray in the name of the Universe

Beauty

Your dark skin is a canvas of beauty, a rich and deep hue that tells a story of strength and resilience. It holds the warmth of the sun’s embrace, a testament to the legacy of your ancestors. Though the world may not always recognize its worth, it is a treasure that shines like a precious gem. Like the mighty African kings and queens of old, your skin is a symbol of power and regality. It is a reminder of the heritage and legacy that runs through your veins. Embrace it, celebrate it, for it is a part of your identity … Continue reading Beauty