#blacktruth

They sold you a lie. The colonial story was always the same: "We found them naked. We civilized them."

But how is it that Africans have been weaving, stitching, dyeing, and adorning themselves in intricate traditional clothing for centuries—long before any European set foot on the continent?

Kente. Dashiki. Ankara. Adire. Bogolan. These weren't accidents. They were civilizations.

The lie wasn't about fabric. It was about humanity. They needed you to believe we were "uncivilized" so they could justify the taking.

Don't fall for it. We were never naked. We were never lost. We were never waiting to be saved.

Sing to me honey, with Ella Fitzgerald sweetener 

Love me powerfully honey, rock me steady like Aretha.

Be kind to me; it's as simple as Sam Cook's Security. 

Dance for me, with me, and around me.

My feet need to tap dance on the moonlight of what I've known as love.

Let me move Whitney.

I want to be bold enough to transfer this house of gravel to a home of serenity.

I will speak Luther.

‘Nem leszek senkinek az anyja szoknyája, se csicskája, se kellékfelesége’

I started to work on a book, in which I draw all the BLACK TRUTHS. I process and recover some of my feelings cos I realized it is a good way to not go crazy. At least I hope so. I hope you will enjoy it, and I hope you feel you are not alone with your feelings, maybe you can gain something of it.

I started to work on a book, in which I draw all the BLACK TRUTHS. I process and recover some of my feelings cos I realized it is a good way to not go crazy. At least I hope so. I hope you will enjoy it, and I hope you feel you are not alone with your feelings, maybe you can gain something of it.