Unapologetically African

Im sorry if I dont feel the need to apologize for being a bold african female.
The cold stares you effortlessly give when I decide to rock my fro with no make up do not phase me. What phases me though is you trying to undermine a sister based on the texture of her hair. Dont get me wrong I admire a sister who can put on a good face bit and rock that weave. The problem only comes when you lose yourself in all that. African women have a long history that roots down to strength. Primitive as we were , we drew our inspiration from how females species in the animal kingdom protected their own. We were the backbones of the homes. Did almost anything without breaking a sweat. To be an african female means more than just melanin popping and big ass.

We were born natural feminist. Which does not mean we looked down upon man and painted them black. But we knew the role we played in building our man to become better leaders and better fathers.

Being unapologetically african to me means I embrace all my african pride and with that I build a community of african people who can stand for themselves and for those who cant. Who can voice opinions when they matter.

When I look back at how our mothers fought for us african females to become independent it kind of saddens me because we have been set free only to end up in struggles we have set for ourselves.

Women aren’t free just because they are surviving, or even economically comfortable. They are free only when they have power over their own lives. – Shreen Essof

What does it mean to be unapologetically african to you?

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Conscious identity

I remember beginning of last year every one was identifying themselves with the term conscious. and I am one person who found themselves asking what it meant to be conscious.

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Well most of the time when i actually heard someone say it, it was because they were in a compromised state, with their senses heightened. But is that what it actually means, that you can not be conscious without reshuffling your brain.

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The general description of conscious is, aware of one’s own existence , sensations, thoughts, surroundings etc.

Personally i feel being conscious or woke is having that understanding that everything correlates, knowing that you as a person are a part of something big and not just a space filling atom and finding beauty in things that the general human would turn a blind eye too.

The greatest gift to mankind is life and what you do with it is really important. Some choose to leave their lives oblivious to who they actually are. To them life is a cat and dog chase and they work themselves to the grave and not once do they get to actually live.

To be alive to be conscious to be woke is to appreciate yourself and others taking time to actually notice the tiny important things in life. Like the colour of your hair in the sun. The different types of coffee and why they are so many coffee shops in Cape Town. The different ways of living and how that is expressed in the infrastructures of different countries. And hey if you get the chance, witness something giving life or the breaking dawn.

My favorite childhood memory is the sound of rain on my yellow umbrella whilst I waited for my mom to come pick me up from day care. I remember my bag always used to smell like peanut butter jam sandwich. Such moments are rare and I feel that most people grow up and lose sense of being conscious and start chasing things that actually do not matter.

#STAYWOKE.

The F word

Failure

I have failed countless times. As a matter of fact, I have more failures than winnings. I guess that is actually how life works. We have to go through a series of epic failed moments for us to come to some big revelation

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Lithograph from watercolor by Karl Mårtens

George Archibald, a scientist tells a story about a sandhill crane that would come to the same road every night. Archibald learned from a state trooper that the crane’s mate had been killed by a car at that spot. The crane would return every night and stare into the distance, waiting for her to come back.

 

…And ladies and gentlepeople that is devotion. Actually, I dunno what to call it, but its something.

Failures are just mere curve balls in the road to something great. MAYBE one day this crane will meet a lovely new mate right at the spot it lost its old mate. Its really just a world filled with endless possibilities. I believe when you are devoted and commited to something, failures become stepping stones towards your great success

Im hoping my upcoming blog post on some of the people closer home, who too have failed timelessly will inspire you all to keep pushing.

A little candle in the corner can light up the whole room.

 

Bees and Butterflies

The world is big enough for all of us. Just as the streets of Joburg are big enough for almost everyone to lend a hustle , bees and butterflies can fly in the same sky.

This blog is about inspiring people, capturing moments and telling amazing stories through photography, music , art and food.