The doulas are human too. When we were all rescued from the dying planet Earth, the Bondju chanted the welcome song over us to awaken our true selves. The twins had more than just Bondju blood. They were vessels. The Orisha use them as intermediaries between this world and beyond.

People know that I’m a Black person, doing Black things about Black shit. And that’s first and foremost and that’s always been first and foremost.

Each chord, a reminder to herself and to us: He is here.

and we are the ones who insist on believing otherwise, endeavouring to invent something else, but we don't get it,

The blueness of our being addresses what Blackness feels like.

 i’m inclined to believe in the beautyof petit-marronage,of wake work.

Moon was crying from her flogCondemned lazy for not keeping the eye on the babies,Sun had run away in fear

If only my rage could rip through time and space.