I am a descendant of fearless nonconformists, @lankosiwrites A grandchild of the sun and great grandchild of the water.A daughter of the winds birthed by fearless warriors, whose bones still echo beneath the ground…as I walk in the footsteps of those who came before me.
Category: Notes from my Journey
A Reminder
The blood of our ancestors is a living sacred bond, carrying within it the memory of battles fought and victories won. It echoes with the songs once sung around ancient fires and the prayers once whispered into the soil at dawn.
Why I Admire Yeye Lara Fashola Fanimokun
When I was first introduced to her, I was in the early stages of my awakening…searching for deeper, African-rooted explanations for the experiences unfolding within me. That’s when I came across an interview between Yeye Lara Fashola and an Ifa healer based in the US. They were speaking about the soul family. I was immediately … Continue reading Why I Admire Yeye Lara Fashola Fanimokun
Listening To The Winds of Change
For weeks now, I've felt a gentle yet persistent whisper in my spirit that my body can no longer ignore. It’s as if the presence of my ancestors is nudging me, urging me to pay attention to something deeper within myself. This morning, the fog finally cleared, and I remembered that we are walking into … Continue reading Listening To The Winds of Change
Legacies Woven Into Our Surnames
Any child born from a lineage steeped in royalty carries within them the whispers of tradition that echo through the winds of time. I have felt the warm embrace of those teachings, their essence woven into the fabric of my being, lessons that once seemed elusive but now shimmer with clarity. Spirit flows like an … Continue reading Legacies Woven Into Our Surnames
Our Souls Hold What Our Flesh Has Lost
Being able to speak about my ancestors is something that brings me so much joy. To be in the presence of someone whose energy allows me to share such truths says so much about the spirit they carry. When I remember my early struggles with grasping the basics of a certain ancient language, I laugh … Continue reading Our Souls Hold What Our Flesh Has Lost
He Lost His Home When Chasing The Stage
So she pulled back to let him thrive, to stop messing with his bag as he would call it…whenever she would express her discomfort during troublesome times. He said she was holding him back… as if her love was a leash, as if her presence was a prison, as if her discomfort with his absence … Continue reading He Lost His Home When Chasing The Stage
Njinga🤍
My grandfather continues to watch over me through my baby brother, who carries not only his name but his spirit. Even during gloomy or sunny days, ngiva umoya wakhe…as it calmly blankets me with his warmth. Ngiyati, uMkhulu usahamba nami guiding my steps like an elder beside the sacred fire, unseen yet ever near, walking … Continue reading Njinga🤍
My Exit Is My Alignment
In Letting Go, I Return To The Rhythm Of My Bloodline I have come to accept that I cannot change what refuses to change. I cannot transform what resists transformation, nor can I walk into the future while holding onto a past that does not belong to me...or to my ancestors. The same applies to … Continue reading My Exit Is My Alignment
In The Arms Of My Ancestors
‘Never lost nor forgotten’ One thing about my ancestors? They never miss a moment to reveal themselves to me. In whispers, in visions, in signs too divine to ignore they speak, they show, they guide. I do not question them. How could I? Their love is old, unwavering, and wise beyond lifetimes. I trust them … Continue reading In The Arms Of My Ancestors
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