this piece is inspired by this image which i saw on instagram , posted by @bebeautifulla photohraphy by @pauljungdiary
Do you know how many times these hands have bled? The tears these hands have wiped away ?
Even when they’re covered in grime and sweat
I bet
The creases and the scars are deeper than the Canyon grand
Than the path that the Ephesus has conjured.
But the darkened pigments aren’t darker than the ageless night
Do you know, how many generations these hands have fed ?
From your father to your father’s father, and your mother before him
To the time when all women were queens and the men, kings
To the age when these wrinkled fingers wore diamonds and gold that it picked rather than slaved for
That only unfold to spank the Kings behind
Do you know how many times these hands have clawed at the metal chains that clamp its wrists?
Clawed for its freedom as its nails gathered dried blood until it grew frail
Ploughed through the cotton field that it never took claim
Birthed nations and generations, these hands are far from frail
Do you know these hands still grip on to your hair
Ripping it out, gasping for air
Hoping that some sense will come to its only heir
Who sits still, as the hours and days, pity masking their faces, drive by and wave
Who sits still scrolling and tapping away at the lighted screen as the darkness consumes her.
My life has always been about the school thing. You know; get grades, go to a good school, do the “right” course etc etc. I thought much like that till I finished high school. And in the period before University I started picking things, learning things, questioning things… I think it was boredom induced. I mean when you’re bored you think and overthink things… Okay, for me at least. So within that period of a metamorphosing mentality, I realised I really wasn’t doing anything for me. I was going to Uni cos it was a social construct , I wanted to read Law cos my mom wanted me to read law… I really wasn’t doing much for myself. So I started writing. I used to write in junior high but I didn’t think it was a big deal till I posted a few on my WordPress and I got great responses. So I put up more.
But I’m drifting … I do this. I’m sorry. One another thing I’ve always found to love is fashion. Making clothes, wearing them, looking amazing. I’m not good at the looking amazing part, but I love clothes. So it’s not a surprise that I found my way into fashion. Although, it kinda is. I never thought I’d own a clothing line and be a designer. Not at age 20 at least. Never would I thought that 5 years ago. Or even a year ago.
But I suppose something’s are laid in by Karma.
My baby, Afro Volf, is one today on the 9th of August 2015. It’s been a tough but exciting year. For young adults I think we’ve done well raising her up. And be “we” I mean my self and my partner Anita Falke. Anita Falke who I have known for 7years. Anita Falke with the quirky sense of humour and classic lady fashion style.
from our first photoshoot! The Lupa one of our firts furs. the Kenyonfirst fur! the velvela
See, we are Completely different when it comes to our clothing styles. She’s the hot, well dressed girl with the skirts and dresses. I’m the tomboyish one who dresses for comfort. You know, denims and shirts and sneakers…
Us! just look at the difference in clothing choices
So it’s remarkable that our two VERY different styles could merge and birth Afro Volf: the Afro centric urban clothing brand. Our Baby. Our Wolf who is a Leo.
We’ve had our arguments raising her. From finances to what to make and how to package and who pays more attention. But it’s made us better people and made our baby better too.
bits from the Bankulize video by Mr Eazi, DJ Julz and Pappy Kojo summer fur! high low ankara crop topI’m
From the Crescent Collection for men
We’ve gone from basic dashiki crop tops, to men’s shirts and kimonos. We’ve gone from runways (ok just one runway) to making custom clothing and styling (did you see us I. Mr Eazi’s bankulize video??? Yhhhhhh ). For a one year old, our baby’s been busy. And is gonna be for a while. Cos we, Anita and I, we’re not stopping here, or now. Perhaps you can join us on our journey for more. Because we are hungry! And thirsty! And unrelenting! We are wolves! Corny but yes.., think of this, they say the Lion is the King of the Jungle and the Tiger is the most fearful of beasts, but we never see Wolves in the Circus do we?
Yh.., beyond it. We about to get this woooork! Random, but yes.
So as we celebrate our first birthday I’d like to thank everyone who’s held it down for us.
My family, Anita’s family, Pentatonix, Elton Leighton, Tosin, Bernard, Joshua, Edudzi, Mensima, Beatrice, Bishops, Bishop, Viktor, Steve, Edna, Dwamena, and so many true pack members I may have forgotten.
Afro Volf is not a brand, or a company or some random African girls’ label. It’s a family, it’s a pack. And in as much as it is not anywhere yet, it’s just a cub, you’re gonna hate it when we grow fangs and you’re not in our pack. You’re gonna.
Follow the pack on Instagram / twitter :@afro_volf
I may not have a million bucks but I sure as hell got 2K and that can do much
2k followers and a couple more by the time you read this
Believe me when I say this:
I’m causing massive change with this faceless blue bird
I have various opinions on the things of the world
I believe in justice for the unjust
I believe in being the light at the end for the tunnel visioned
I hate our style of governance and the way things are done
I’m very verbal about it
What with my verbose extensive knowledge in the English languange I’m ready to trash down anybody who disagrees with my ideas of Patriarchy, atheism and ass eating.
And since I have flown once or twice outside the country I sure as hell have the right to speak on melanin opinionated topics and modern slavery.
I’m saving the world with these 140s
However, I’d rather delve daily in non heroic tasks like…. Perhaps, I don’t know eating out your girl
You know the one you’re constantly flaunting on your TL
I’m kicking it with her on the DL
Definitely to some DL… Yentie Obiaa
I’d rather do it for the thirsty guys
Be the lake of ethereal waters that quenches their desires
Throwing thirst traps each and everyday, accompanied by selfies, of course, on this TL
Once or twice I’ll pick a fight and fight for our right
Fist in the air with that emoji
#lovewins #blacklivesmatter #melaninmatters
In a few, I’ll type in the praise on sheabutter and jojoba, but till then allow me to slip into my military gear
With an armour of data or unending supply of wifi
Is this how you lads suffer? You see the girl of your dreams slip through your fingers because you can’t fathom the appropriate way to talk to her.
Tonight, after someone cancelled a meeting on me, I got a late troski home. I didn’t even realise my future husband was sitting in front of me till the troski mate started collecting his fare.
My heart genuinely skipped a beat. And it’s funny cos a few hours ago I was thinking how long it had been since I had that whole butterflies in the tummy kinda crush.
Future husband was everything I wanted in updated version.
He was tall. So tall, even when he was seated in the troski his head was almost hitting the ceiling. His shoulders were broad and looked like they had been carved by the gods. His hair was curly and dark against his dark tan skin. He had small ears and his chiseled jaw was sprayed with a mass of dark curls that formed a beard and look super soft.
His head rested on the window as if he was tired, as he scrolled through his phone. From the screens reflection in the window I could see he was on the Mashable app which meant he was well read and thirsty for information.
My raging hormones and flipping ovaries translated that into him being smart and immediately made him more attractive to me.
Then it hit me that he was gonna get down somewhere.
So I thought of ways to get to know him before he slipped out of my fingers. I thought of throwing a pen so he picks it up for me so I could strike a conversation. But I thought of the distance between him and I, and the pen in question, and how dark the troski was and ruled that out.
I thought of moving to go sit next to him but that made no sense.
I thought about getting off when he does just to follow him and say hi.
I even thought of writing him a nots saying he’s handsome with my number at the bottom.
I thought long and hard and arrived at zero conclusions and then he alighted, his cute rounded butt poking out as he hopped of the 207 Benz bus. Just like that. I lost the man of my dreams.
See, I’m intrigued and mesmerised because I don’t remember the last time I was attracted several to the member of the opposite sex by mere physical features. I usually crave people for their intellectual abilities and their creative side. This guy… This mystery guy, stole my heart with his shoulders.
Guys, I respect you.
Walking up to a girl and telling her you want her number or whatever is not an easy task. I’m sorry if I’ve ever been rude to any of you and wounded your egos, but I suppose that’s just how it’s going to be. I’m not gonna say I won’t do it, I will. I will just deliver the “NO” less harshly, I promise. Stay strong! And Onwards with the confidence to pursue your true love.
(Also drop hints in the comment section is on how I can capture baby boy’s attention next time please. I plan on doing a tutorial on this. )
On that note, if anyone knows any light skin boy with curly hair and the height of a basketball player and shoulders kissed by sirens who lives around Coastal Estate junction on the Spintex Road, let him know he is destined to be mine and I will not rest until he is. Bless.
– sub goddesses need love too, Ogun cannot do it all, poetic nymphs need capa, Benewaa-sama
Sting like Bee 
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