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 treading softly in a place where the skies are grey and look out for places where the skies are blue!
My heart lingers in a place where the skies are grey. My head lingers in a space where the skies are grey. The days are grey. The people I meet are grey. I live through days with people who wear masks and the skies are grey. Come, come see my heart. Some may wonder, is…
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Keep knowing your worth!
It’s been 7 months of working in a new and supportive space and the key lessons from my 3 month mark remain the same: 1) Know your worth; 2) Dream about your worth even if for yourself alone: 3) Speak eloquently and proudly about your worth; 4) Leave any space and people who do not…
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Keep dreams heavy.
That time I thought tough times last, I went closer to the edge without falling over. Surely God had a hand in this as well as Papa and mama Ocha and of course the one named Onyelo. So, I stood and my stance as the one with the golden hair said, is like no other.…
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Keep being like ether with the stories you write!
Some omens are loud. So bear with me in these hours of silence. They have hidden notes wrapped up in hidden stories that turn hearts to stone. Our hearts are full of stone. They look too like dancers dis-inherited in the middle of a dance, hanging with their lame foot in the air, like a…
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Keep this fall, this rise.
If there is one thing I am keeping today, it’s to be like the iron man. We also know to fall. For how we begin, few know. If we are quiet, pray. Where we come from, no one knows. How far we have worked. That’s for us too. How we are built. Still we will…
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Keep imagining them oooh….
Imagine being among creatures of vanity. Imagine wondering what do they even know. Imagine their blindness to a single blazing star, even though they belong to a pleading sky. Now imagine how they must the feel, the exhilaration of a cup that overflows, of moments they see reaching high to the bare cliff edge. For…
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Keep scarves…
I was born with a scarf on my head. My shoulders too. Like my mother and her mother too. We were born wearing scarves, handwoven with threads, or hand-dyed with care, silent and golden. A generation of pride crowned the top of our heads with every scarf. I have worn scarves older than the day…
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Keep being confident in your worth black women in academia like red maple trees in winter!
We live, my family and I, in a village surrounded by trees. Almost all of them are naked and bare in winter. When the days are cold and the wind pushes only cold air, these trees stand confidently, only shedding dead leaves and branches unable to survive the air, they breathe. There is a red…
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Keep those older and wiser than you!
When those older than you speak, they do so, not because of the sweetness of words in their mouth, but because they see something, the rest of us, those young, do not see. This new year will find me listening to those older and wiser than me. I intend to stop and listen to all…
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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 passing with distinction!
The month of December has been nothing but a distinct month. Three of my doctoral students defended their dissertation and just like that, our time together came to an end. Even though I will not be attending their graduation, it was truly an honor to pass all of them with distinction considering they were once…
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Keep knowing that power is female!
We started this year in an inescapable cycle of suffering. We were also exhausted. Until we decided to claim some power over everything. We started to asked ourselves questions like what periods of growth have we wasted? What moments of gradual growth? Those that came unexpected and wild. Those unnamed and mild. Or what moments…