In search of what is beyond.

🎙️Who keeps the world turning when no one is watching?

In this episode of Diva On A Mission, we celebrate the farmers, cleaners, caregivers, artisans, drivers, market traders, and millions of everyday people whose unseen labour sustains our lives. It's time to recognize the invisible hands that build our communities and redefine what it means to create value.

🎧 Watch, listen, share, and join the conversation.

🪶 📜 What remains after empires fade?

From the last songs of Tasmania's First Peoples to my grandfather's journey through WWII Burma, and sacred landscapes this poem is a meditation on ancestry, identity, survival, and the traces we leave behind in this great tapestry of humanity.

They borrowed the rhythm. The moves. The swag. But when it came time to show our faces—they erased us.

BTS's "Arirang" teaser set at Howard University in 1896 showed a crowd that was mostly white. At an HBCU. In the middle of Jim Crow.

And when Black fans spoke up? Excuses. Deflections. "It's just art."

This isn't about canceling. It's about calling out a centuries-old pattern: taking from Black culture while pretending Black people don't exist.

So we asked the question nobody wants to answer:

If this were your partner—would you stay or leave?

Because love isn't just borrowing someone's flavor. It's seeing their face. Hearing their voice. Respecting their history.

Full episode https://youtu.be/xvk-cX_WezQ?si=QcbrkpB2M922e3Hg

The Myth of the Listening Earth is a poetic journey into play, memory, water, soil, and the ancient wisdom that awakens when we reconnect with the living world. Listen, reflect, and remember.

https://youtu.be/AHTJsnIOvjY

🔊🎥🍿 The Polygamist has everyone talking! Inspired by the hit series, this episode explores how women in polygamous relationships can prioritize autonomy, financial independence, mental health, and self-respect.

Discover practical strategies for creating a life where you remain the main character in your own story.

🦂 A Scorpion and A Girl Walk Into A Valley

A chance encounter in a harsh landscape becomes a meditation on resilience, evolution, humility, and the wisdom hidden in ancient creatures. Beneath the desert sun, a scorpion teaches a simple truth: survival is not about fighting every challenge—it is about remaining true to your nature while moving through impossible terrain.

What can a tiny desert survivor teach us about life, patience, and endurance?

Episode 90: Turkana Travels Day 4 & 5 🌍✨

From sharing poetry beneath endless skies to paddling across the legendary Lake Turkana... then hiking through Central Island to discover Flamingo Crater Lake and Crocodile Crater Lake—every moment was an adventure.

Come experience the magic of Turkana with me! 💙

Here's a glimpse of the journey.

Day 1 and 2 - 🌍✨ https://youtu.be/DAUapI1j-k4?si=RtT_KifUtK9qv_iq

Day 3 - 🌍✨ https://youtu.be/M98X2_yGAAA

What if the greatest archive isn't hidden in a museum but inside you?

Journey through Turkana's ancient landscapes where every grain of sand, bone, and footprint tells a story spanning over 10,000 years. Sometimes, the deepest discoveries come from looking closer.

Turkana Travels Day 3:

From windswept shores and ancient stories to landscapes that seem to hold conversations with time itself, Turkana was an adventure that stretched my imagination and deepened my appreciation for Kenya's rich cultural heritage.

Grateful to Macondo and TBI for making this journey possible. Every mile brought new encounters—with people, history, art, archaeology, resilience, and the breathtaking beauty of a place where earth, sky, water, and memory meet.

I returned with a camera full of moments, a notebook full of ideas, and a heart full of gratitude.

Here's a glimpse of the journey.

Day 1 and 2 - 🌍✨ https://youtu.be/DAUapI1j-k4?si=RtT_KifUtK9qv_iq

🌼 GOATHEAD BOUQUET 🌼

What can a tiny wildflower teach us about survival?

Goathead Bouquet, reminds us that life does not endure through monuments or empires, but through quiet acts of persistence, renewal, and courage.

This poem is a meditation on nature, resilience, heritage, and the mysterious cycle that transforms dust into tomorrow. In a world often obsessed with power, it celebrates the strength of gentleness and the beauty of choosing to bloom despite uncertainty.

Listen, reflect, and rediscover the extraordinary wisdom hidden in the smallest things.

From windswept shores and ancient stories to landscapes that seem to hold conversations with time itself, Turkana was an adventure that stretched my imagination and deepened my appreciation for Kenya's rich cultural heritage.

Grateful to Macondo and TBI for making this journey possible. Every mile brought new encounters—with people, history, art, archaeology, resilience, and the breathtaking beauty of a place where earth, sky, water, and memory meet.

I returned with a camera full of moments, a notebook full of ideas, and a heart full of gratitude.

"For what is this world

if not repetition wearing new clothes?

The ocean becomes cloud,

the cloud becomes rain,

the rain becomes river,

the river crushes stone

into fine, soft sand

that gathers beneath our feet.

And yet

this grain is not the other grain.

This river is not the other river.

I stand here

looking like somebody you once knew."

#MadarakaDay2026

"The living believe they are speaking upward,

but perhaps they are also speaking backward

and forward simultaneously.

To the unborn.

To the dead.

To those crossing oceans.

To those crouched before phonographs.

To those marching through Burma.

To those not yet named.

Naserian Lost in Turkana | A child wanders the ancient shores of Turkana, searching for truth among fractured stories, drowned cities, salt winds, and celestial signs. This poem blends African mysticism, memory, geology, and myth into a dreamlike journey through one of Earth’s oldest landscapes.

Inspired by tanka poetry and the haunting beauty of Lake Turkana, this piece explores confusion, ancestry, silence, and the fragile line between history and legend.

This Desert Rose blooms fiercely against the wind,

her petals bright above a horizon lined with ancient stones — markers of the path where seers once surrendered their names to sand and silence.

Beyond them, the cliffs continue their slow erosion into memory, each grain carried away like a whispered prophecy.

Yet, curiosity walks here barefoot.

I wonder: if I were to kneel among these palms and offer even the smallest trace of myself to the thirsty earth, what sleeping codes would awaken beneath the roots?

What old kinships between salt, bone, blossom, and blood would stir in the dark?

Perhaps the flowers would lean closer. Perhaps the cliffs, despite their crumbling, would remember that all living things are archives — temporary vessels carrying oceans, ancestors, and starlight within them.