I dey suffer add meaning my lyf

seems like I will live blog 222day, my good sis jus landed in from lagos as we jus got back to the crib, she boutta be on the wayyyy for tonight’s popouttt - for now; I’m gna wash dis blood light n incense n slowly move towards getting ready 🎠✨🌦️

Chose to free bleed today n bitchhhhh my shiettt leaking

Found the nearest Indian hair salon for da bussdown henna, I luvvv Indian forms of beautification from fabrics, scents, colorsssss, jewelry, everything n they stay getting us right <3 luv luv luv

I got so many prayer warriors behind me, ofc I got da Midas touch

I keep seeing lavender honey n I wanna get it so bad but no monion 😓

Paris is sooo fuckn hot they said niggas preparing for hell dis weekend 😭🙏🏽 literally praying for the health and safety of all young black ppl tryna gather in good fun.

I fail to realise that there’s a whole demographic of people that lack critical nuance when it comes to the term Young Ho. To me, the description traces to Saidiya Hartman’s wayward femme experimenting with freedom n pleasure through n from the confines of the carceral stateeee, making beauty with little to no resources. It’s mfs rlly jus seein it as a term that rotates around the patriarchy when it is farrrr from it, it both embraces and resists da bs

otw to Paris for BBB fête de la young ho, been downnn with my moon blood feeling every fuckin thing in my body, coming with so much groundedness, we performing twice in one day n truly I wanna be sober for everything; planning to put so much energy, militancy and quality into what we presenting, especially for all that Paris signifies to us as both a carceral white supremacist state and also a African diasporic center of transatlantic creativity and evolution, we’re coming with much energy mehn, praying for anointing for divine protection for blessed opportunities and miracles

young ho’s juggle between 2 broken phones

cleaning is a huge form of worship n grounding for me, ahead of some travels been called to dusting and tending to neglected corners of the crib, just tending tending tending hoping the prayer translates

Some nights u jus have to weep for all the pain in the world

lost my favorite Nigerian restaurant to ig reels, don’t even wanna bother checking the price menu 💔