
love. this.
pushing fwd.

love. this.
pushing fwd.
because it’s real. it’s true. like fishburne at the end of school daze. screaming: WAKE UP. (via loveyourchaos)

uhmanduhlee:thedailywhatlmao!!
i love that the KanyeInterrupter is making his way into the 3D world.

(via fuckyeahblackbeauties)
When it comes to straightening hair or letting it be natural, the choice still pushes deep emotional buttons for many African-American women. Others ask, why can’t hair just be hair? Nine black women discuss their hairstyles and the attitudes surrounding their hair.
–Joan Dayan, “Erzulie: A Women’s History of Haiti” (2005) (via kismetfour)
working with this imagery of erzulie (either freda or dantor), i am inclined to take this quote as a reminder. no matter what happens, yeye will not be silenced or ignored. the premature celebration of some of philly’s residents around the potential disappearance of odunde is not gonna change much. the city’s lack of funds (screw what that article says, they didn’t give the st. patty’s day or mummers’ day parades this much of a hassle) does not mean there will be an erasure of the traditions of black folks. it’s not just about fried fish sandwiches, earrings & performances. odunde started as a procession to the schuylkill river to venerate orisha oshun. to say “modupe-o, yeye” (thank you, sweet mother) & make ebo (sacrifice or offering) to her, followed by a chance to fellowship. for brown faces to join in a setting that was not about a funeral, a trial, or a wedding. & the very second there’s something reminding the oyimbo about where we come from & who we are, there’s a problem.
well, that’s too fucking bad. we may migrate to new neighborhoods & let y’all pretty things up — that’s fine. that’s a blessing to all involved, as each city needs is revenue. but there will be no erasing us.
oshun is the source. she is honey, she is beauty, she is creativity, she is the honey bee, she is the one who sprouts honey, she is the one with ears to hear. oshun is love. there is no stopping the river.
mbe mbe ma yeye (exist, exist always mother)
mbe mbe l’oro (exist, exist always in our tradition)
oshun isn’t going anywhere. we aren’t going anywhere. things may shift and change, but when we leave something behind it’s to get to something better, bigger & greater. this is what the oyimbo never understood: destroying something in the physical world very rarely means that there’s an end to it in the other realm.
spirit is not to be played with.
(via peixebanana)