Elephant Stew

Continued dating stories

So there's a new person in my life and these are our chronicles and see how it goes

Randomness I want to talk about because its going on in my head

Each episode is a poem story antidotal segment of some thing I've got going on in my world or peace that I want to share with you it doesn't fit anywhere else but it's the extra little things you need in a good stew

The Babalawo Man broke me this is our story.... originally recorded as it unfolded.

Prayers on the fly: I talk about Pain and how I am grateful for it -and what it teaches us daily

In my on words I answer what is Elephant Stew for me, an African American woman navigating the world.

Greeted People you are With the winds change The secrets of the mothers: Iyami Osrunga, The kiss of the buffalo women And the call to reclaim womb space: I humbly serve you… (Please do not stone the messenger) Reflection brings me to “LOVE”. ‘LOVE’ oh ‘LOVE’ how you have played tango with my emotions from the moment you said you wanted to fill my dance card…up until this moment of me typing those words... always so pleasant to hear that word especially from you, however with the words that follow-I hope this is not be seen as disrespectful to the path or process anyone's Ori (inner God Consciousness in Yoruba cosmology, I.E: Jiminy Cricket) is on- that would be foolish, I will however illuminate something’s that I was not aware of that should be brought out of the dark, and illuminated along the path…. This is a part of a pledge I have for my sisters and myself. These things will help you not fall into the pits of hell. (Hell is the darkness inside your own spirit and no ones else can take you there but you) You may find fault with my direct writing approach and my lack luster subtle use of things that make sense to me, but I do not want to sugar coat these emotions, fears nor idea that got us here in the first place, and I am not apologetic about it. It is a part of my fundamental belief system that these things although few are the triggers for our dismantling as WOMEN. Especially when speaking about the African in an academic way. Often times things are sugar coated for our white counter parts to swallow. (Dr. Haroon Kareem, turned me onto a GREAT book that puts that in perspective: Look him up because the title escapes me). I am not speaking to them. Hell I am not even speak to the sistah that doesn’t want to hear me, I am speaking to the sistah that wants more, to the sistah that KNOWS she is more.  I am speaking to the woman in me. I am speaking to the ZULU warrior embedded in my soul, my “Matagari” if you will (read the book). I am speaking to the negative ideological construct of woman and BLACK womanhood I see being up held and not dismantled by our captors, hell do you even realize how much we have been conditioned? I am speaking to my unborn girl child. I am speaking to you! And I am and will keep it 100!

A place to sound off and get your life right

“Black and Proud/ Black Lives Matter” “Grandmother” (Big P)

This is the podcast for the Blog Elephant Stew. Enjoy listening to my rambles about all things orisha.  

Brief intro into me: Ocha ala Inu