FINDING GRACE

grace
ɡreɪs/
noun
1.smoothness and elegance of movement.
“she moved through the water with effortless grace”
2. The free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings

 

They called me Grace!

Grace was an amazing woman,

     She must have been!

She made my mother.

 

Grace is no longer with us,

Grace passed on as I was born.

Grace passed on to me.

 Grace went home to rest.

 

 

                   

Grace was my mother’s mother,  

Grace was my grandmother.

They named me Grace after my Grandmother.

This was Grace.

 

The Late Grace and Apollo Wasonga

My mother calls me mother.

My mother’s sisters call me mother.

Grace is my name,

They called me Grace.

We lost Grace,

 We mourned Grace,

We lost Grace, all grace was lost.

But By God’s Grace I found Grace.

I found Grace,

Grace flows within me,

Grace lives within me.

 By God’s Grace I found Grace.

May Grace prevail,

In the good and the bad times,

May they call me a graceful woman.

I pray that God’s Grace may follow me all the days of my life,

so that I may dwell in the House of the Lord forever!

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AFRICAN QUEEN

Hello Rafikis,
How are you guys doing?
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Joining University abroad made me realize that I was black and African, prior to that I was just another African in a sea of Africans.
Falling in love with myself was something I had to do to save myself because the world wasn’t showing me that love.

African Queen

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I am black, but comely like the woman in the Songs of Solomon.
When The Architect of life, molded me together,
He shaded me in with his fairest crayola,
You are pretty for a black girl!
His words pierced deep, but not deep enough to rip me off of dignity,
Pierced deep but not deep enough to dethrone me from my seat.

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History takes me back
Look not upon me because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me,
Its rays have penetrated deep through my skin,
My melanin has reacted with H20 to release the richest chocolate paste,
Smothered in Shea butter, my skin glows better than any high-end highlighter.

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Like any element of weather,
my thighs are filled with thunder.
#Thick thighs save lives
The stripes on my skin represent my ability to overcome challenges!
And no I am not angry! I am just unapologetically African and unafraid to speak my mind.

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Just like a lion, my hair defies gravity,
My kinky mane refuses to be tamed; it is young, wild and loves to be free.
Each coil and curl represents how I overcome the adversity life throws my way,
My hair is my crown, it casts me out as royalty,
I must always keep my chin up, so as not to allow my crown to fall.

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My body is a journey, with never-ending curves
Each twist and turn is a representation of all the challenges my ancestors overcame on my behalf.
It curves just right at each point to form the percent shape.
You inject yourself to look like me but only because I am trendy,
You want to love my culture but you refuse to love me too,
Even though imitation is the highest form of flattery,
Tomorrow you would have changed with the trends.
What happens to me when my culture stops being cool enough for you?
Is that the moment I will have to learn to love myself?

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The blacker the berry ,the sweeter the juice,
The darker the skin, the deeper the roots.
I hope my little sister knows that she’s beautiful,
Black Queen she’s the color of oil,
I know this world has tried to hide your beauty under the soil.
– SONGA

Photography by Ajaya Abalaka

Make up by Moono Shilimi

 

 

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