I dey suffer add meaning my lyf

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 💔

U make me write poems

I remember that night in lagos when you took me to alpha beach right behind your crib, we parked outside the entrance and you went to talk to the lone security man that peered at us with suspicion. You had to pay him some money so we could get in. He opened the gate and we slipped through, into the darkness. You took off your clothes and looked at me to do the same. I was scared at first. What if someone sees? What if he comes checking on us?. You reassured me and still, I hesitated. I was naked underneath my dress except for my panties. I took it off though. I held my breasts in my hands and walked into the water. You didn’t know how to swim so you were scared I was going in too deep. I assured you I was in my element. Perhaps too much in it, because I got very silent into my own world away from the intimacy you were trying to bridge between us. The ocean was warm. The black shoal would suddenly deepen, sand slipping beneath our feet sinking us further into the water at unexpected moments. I kept gazing around us, wondering if there was anyone in the darkness, you held my hands for some moments, trying to pull me in as the water did with us. I loosened my hands and then we started to run. We ran for the freedom of it. It was so surreal. I was scared o, yet I prayed, I prayed in gratitude I prayed in earnest. At one point you went off to check on our clothes and I was alone. It felt like you was gone forever and when you came back, your shadow form emerging from the abyss, i realized your peculiarity and i appreciated it then. I could see you for your spirit, especially in your stature, the way you stood before me trying to decipher me. I could feel it was an offering, you daring to embrace your own water spirit, I knew the intimacy you craved, how that moment could’ve bound us together, but It was the waters touch I craved, your every attempt at shortening the distance between us, I went further into the water, I was ready to swim, to really dash in and lose myself, I wanted to be carried away, I wanted to see the unseen, and when you noticed me drifting, my body turned away from yours, my heart far gone con el mar, you became somber and said “let’s go”. You later asked me as we got in the car why I seemed so serious, I assured you that it was beautyful, but you see, Mmiri get power, serious serious power, she possesses my tongue with prayer and I feel open to all the world, all the grief all the feeling all the intensity — she demands my full attention and I’ve learnt enough to know better, the moment didn’t call for laughter it didn’t call for sex either

the Atlantic Ocean gives me lyf

The amount of undocumented arrests—just people in jails all around the world, marked missing or presumed dead by their families, or worse, unnoticed by their communities—is really, really... I honestly don't know what word to use. Devastating is a start