The art of living · you rise, truer
Supremacy
Not winning. Arriving. The slow rising into your truer, wiser, more grounded self — the one you were always growing toward, even on the days you couldn’t feel it. And then, gently, the line carries you back toward the next storm. We keep becoming.
Latest Supremacy
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Keep 4 youth by youth (4yby) and its approach to innovative youth-driven research!
Research for me these days begins from a place of experience and deep thought, innovation too. Almost six years ago, I embarked on a research experience that changed my life. I was coming off a streak of research proposals that failed tremendously as grants and losing sight of what my sheer purpose in life and…
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Keep writing grants like the high point of life or dreams!
We begin again, only this time with a new team. Held a grant-writing workshop that lasted for 5-days last May. It was a first of its kind where only writing each day was allowed. Five of us made an attempt to write. We did and ended up with a single page. Crossed the box of…
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Keep this quiet storm!
The roosters are coming home. Every single one of them. What they forgot is that we are where we are by design. Where they fail to understand or see our worth, we know it to be our worth. Nothing we touch is by accident. We decide too what we touch. So it gives me great…
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Keep, keep, sustaining the public’s health!
In 1988, the Institute of Medicine published a report that explored the future of public health. They concluded then that “public health was a vital function that requires broad concern and support in other to fulfill society’s interest in assuring the conditions in which people can be healthy.” Back then, they echoed the critical importance…
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Keep the depths of rain and Stars!
When rain falls, dreams go up. But memories still linger in all places. Dreams too, when you touch rain. We are closing out Cohort 1 of our STARS scholars program, closing out what can only be described as as a year full of hopes and impediments. Yet, we are here and perhaps this was the…
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Keep blessing the boats or what I call Onyelo!
I see the tide clearly. I know the edge of understanding too. Both have carried me out, beyond fear, through right paths and in a darkness so deep. We have been kissed, like a morning star and the wind has turned. We find ourselves near pools of fresh water. We are certain that water loves…





