Transcendent Kingdom

Gye Nyame, I wanted to say. Only God can help me.

Ohunu mu nni me dua bi na masɔ mu
Nsuo ayiri me oo, na otwafoɔ ne hwan?
There is no branch which I could grasp
I am in swamped waters, where is my savior?

Prayԑe, mene womma oo
Ena e, akamenkoa oo
Agya e, ahia me oo
What will become of us
I am left alone
I am impoverished

“I think we’re made out of stardust and God made the stars,” I said.

We read the Bible how we want to read it. It doesn’t change, but we do.

she just never figured out how to translate who she really was into this new language.

In the beginning there was an idea, a premise; there was a question.

Holy is the black woman’s hair.

read the Bible how we want to read it. It doesn’t change, but we do.

We are not ourselves when nature, being oppressed, commands the mind to suffer with the body.