A Midnight Rose

We’re like the rose
Elegant with beautiful imperfections
Though highly respected
sometimes are neglected
When those petals shrivel into a dark crisp
And it’s life has seemingly been ended
But you see the rose and how it grows
Only lord knows how long it will have it’s life
It buds as a small flower and blooms into a majestic work of art
Praised and worshipped by men
Used to sweep them off their feet and woo women
but when they dry and shrivel up are trashed into a bin
What if we cherished a dark midnight rose
With dark stiff petals that are perceived to be dead?
What if we accepted that a rose is still a rose and a beautiful symbol for how we in our own lives too will grow?
Stunning and bold, full of color and life but one day our ripest of petals will soon fall off.
The rose is but a symbol of our hearts.
Not a measure of how we live and die in this life.
We are the roses.
For surely it is roses that grow from the depths of our hearts and reflect the love from which our souls shine.
And when those roses are in their prime be sure to share them and spread them all over.
There’s a flicker of light in the eyes of the reciever. They will be delighted and smitten by this grand gesture. A rose can make them a believer.
Be the roses.
Be that symbol of love and appreciation that you hope to fill the hearts of others.
Be the roses.
And one day you too shall recieve your own.
Be the roses.

Cause roses don’t die.

How The Sun Met The Moon

The sun 🌤 constantly grew up in the shadow of the other 🌟’s they were so bright and full of light. Galaxies away they sparkled and the sun just didn’t know where it stood until it grew up and a shooting star 💫 whispered the question: “do you know who you are?” And he replied no 🤷🏾‍♀️ and she said: “you are the one sun that ever was”

So then the sun got in his bag and was like I got so much light in me I’m finna let it shine! And so he would come out beaming boldly for all to see ☀️ every day and all day. Until he got tired and he would just fall to sleep.

But one night he wanted to stop sleeping his nights away and see what was going on in the world when he wasn’t around. He saw the most beautiful thing he’d ever saw in his life. She was glistening over still waters and stood out from all the other stars. Most of all she looked almost just like him 🌕 she was full. He wanted to talk to her but every night he lost his nerve. She made him so nervous.

He came out and she was wearing a different outfit every time. Monday she came out as 🌔 Tuesday she was 🌓 Wednesday she was 🌘 Thursday she was 🌒 Friday she was 🌑 Saturday she was 🌕 and Sunday she was 🌙

And it was on that Sunday where it looked like she was going away that he finally found the courage to ask from so far away: “what’s your name?” And she was flattered. Couldn’t believe someone had noticed her for she’d been alone in those dark skies for centuries. She replied in a soft voice: “they call me moonlight, who are you?” 

He said: “I’m the sun. And I honestly have to cut to the chase because I’ve seen you around for a while now and I think you’re the one” ✨

She said: “you don’t even know me. Where are you from? You look like me but I’ve never seen none who could shine so bright” 

He couldn’t believe she was talking to him. He hadn’t felt this way in all of his time and so every dawn and dusk he looked forward to that moment he could meet her in the sky, as day turned to night, and they could talk for a while

They’re first kiss happened exactly as the sun was about to set and he painted the most beautiful sky to greet his new found lover and they agreed to meet there for many forevers to come.

The End.

Three on the Third

There were three of us
Same dirt road
We walked for miles
Spent miles thinking of rest
Wondering if we could hide under the moon
Dreading the suns return
The night was jet black
There were no stars
We had no car
And we avoided any eye contact
That might give away how close we are
To breaking
Breaking down
Breaking hard
This parallel to life had gone too far
Never again would this mind be the same
Didn’t even notice it was the trigger
That gave way
Gave way to the vulnerabilities
The ones that never existed before
But now stay
How did I get this way?
Nothing about my life had changed until that jet-black night with no stars
Walking along a dirt path with no car
My mental is forever shifted
There’s an imbalance they say
But what a life I live to witness
A resilience unfazed
by every symbol
The wind blew her way
That said “you are not enough”
Too many times she fell but every time she’d rise
Because of what happened that jet-black night with no stars walking on a dirt path with no car was that she found her heart still danced to its own rhythm and through each sacrifice there was a light being lit at the vigil of her failures.
Everything happens for a reason
But that don’t ever mean it’s all easy.
Accept the good, the bad and all its seasons

It was written, the reason we’re still breathing 

The Best Years

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We go weeks and months in between
We can’t, but want to be there
Sharing coffee, spilling tea, remembering
The bond we’ve nurtured over these years
You see, I watched your kids grow up
They grew up right in front of me
And I remember when you jumped the broom
How we danced that night, I remember
Yes I remember
That one birthday, we got so lit
It was all a blur but the memory remains
Just like I remember that year you graduated
And how we celebrated
We laughed
We sang
We danced
These are the times
The times I will always remember
I remember waiting outside the club
Freezing in heels
Waiting to get to our table
I remember that time we got so high
I thought the car was a spaceship
I got seasick and my insides met your floor
I remember
I remember you making music working on beats
And us sleeping on that hard floor of that studio
Yes I remember
How could I not remember
How time has escaped me
Where did the minutes go
The hours we used to spend talking on the phone
Take me back to the soccer games we played
The young love I used to date
Time is precious
And as my clock ticks down
I learn to cherish
Because these days will swiftly pass by
And today will become yesterday
Within a blink of an eye
Black hair turns gray
And suddenly we can’t remember certain things
We lived in so many moments
But we will never get them back
The memories will never let go
And it’s getting harder to stay in touch
But wherever you go
However you grow
Please, just remember
Remember how things were before
Before we had jobs
Before we had nice clothes
Before the car payments
Before we knew what we now know
Our time is ever fleeting
And these years will keep going faster
Seeming shorter
So be in the moment
When it comes to memories I’m a hoarder
And I will hold on to as many details as I can remember
Because to remember
Can feel like to relive 

And to relive is to experience love once again

Fork in the Road

Things will be as they will be.
Divine intervention saved us one, two, three many times
and this time I’ll be the one to walk away
I won’t make you go but i cant keep you Don’t ask me to stay
it’s time to move on toward the rest of your life. Without me.
It’ll be beautiful
The love we commit to one another had to be equal
But we kept missing eachother
Skipping eachother
You looked in my eyes and saw me playing tug of war
with what I was feeling and what you were seeing
We were not aligned
The stars turned to dust
And now the memories will forever remember us
As the two who could never be
Who keep finding eachother
But fail to believe
We remain in limbo
And we never grow
Throw in the towel
Things must go on from here
There’s potential in the atmosphere
For us to lead happy lives
Without eachother
Though we’ll never find no others
Like us
Sometimes life ends up like this
I’ll go left and you’ll go right just
Pray we don’t loop around and
Take this same walk again
The merry go round must end

Love in the Light

Glistening over the dark ripples
of my waves
These tides have soared high and still
that white light, the way it shines so
Bright
So
Clear and true
I know the source could be from none other than you
You and all of your glory
For centuries people have heard of your stories
Wandering about, searching for confirmation
Yearning for proof of thisYour imprint traces the outline of my heart
and it keeps beating for you
Every day, and with every start
You breathe into me
Yes, you breathe into me
And by the end of the day its your caress
that is needed to fill this void in my chest
Love, when will you show your face
When will you intertwine with my spine
and walk with me until there is no time
How long have we waited?
Just to be in the same spaces
The demands of our lives tugging and ripping us further away
But I know Love,
Real love always stays
And while we are still protected by how hard our grandmothers prayed
We are still learning to love Love, day by day
Things grow lighter when we finally let go
And feel what it feels like to love in the light.

Life’s Nutrients

There I sat in a skyblue pencil skirt paired with a yellow top I once wore to dress up like that Arthur meme. Starry eyed. Enamored by the opportunity I have each time I visit my uncle and am able to witness what friendship looks like. In real time. A friend might be one of the rarest things to come across in earth. It requires an intentional effort. A real decision to be there for one another unbound by space and time. I sat there listening for hours to my uncle, one of the greatest storytellers I’ve ever known. And for hours my father laughed and corroborated these stories. We discussed many things and I continued to bounce my eyes from my uncle to my father and back again. Effortless. This relationship is deeply rooted. The synchronization of their spirits is one like I’ve never seen before. I can never help but to be in awe.

            The main topic of discussion was nutrients. Nutrients are needed in order to sustain growth and a good quality of life. They are natural and can be found in foods. Many foods of which seem hard to find at your local supermarket these days; nonetheless, necessary. My uncle showed us the early springing fruit in his garden that he has tendered and gardened with love over many seasons. He talked us through each fruit and it’s story. Alternating between Twi and English but we still all laughed in the same language. This conversation was vastly informative; I learned so much about how to improve my own health and make better healthy choices in order to live a happier and healthier lifestyle. The stories that were woven in to give context and background to nutrient rich fruits like the goji berry, allowed my imagination to soar. I was blown away by the amount of information that was transported to me with such ease and humor. This moment I began to hold onto like it was my birthday, hoping it’d never end.

We came back inside to talk more. And as I was sitting at my uncle’s table drinking coffee spiked with vanilla and caramel creamer, I began to wonder about life’s nutrients. The metaphorical value of nutrients. What aspects of this life are required to sustain growth and a good quality of life? What do we need? Who do we need? In my 24 years of life I’ve learned that I don’t need a lot to be happy. In fact I’m the unhealthiest when I use things in the exterior to fill my insides. To increase or enhance my mood. But as the naturalista that I truly am, I love and respect nature. I believe in nature. When I am out in nature for a walk or just to breathe in air, to greet the sunrise or admire the moon, I’ve found my spirits are higher. So now I’m determined to intake more of life’s nutrients in order to be happier. I’m elevating to a new level that does not require engaging in toxic relationships, or relying on drugs or alcohol as a requirement for happy. Happiness comes from within. And it comes from what you put in. I’m most happy when I’m doing things that I love, unworried about things that may be out of my control. Completely submerged in the present but still keeping my dreams surrounding a better future. I’ve learned that I tend to isolate but that in life we do need each other. We need people to laugh, cry, dance, play, sing, study, share and Be with. We do. No man is an island. There is a reason and a value for every person who enters and even exits your life. What makes the difference between the people who pass through and those who stay is the love. Love is a decision. A constant. And in any friendship you have to consistently make the decision to choose one another. Much like my father and my uncle. They have chosen to keep in contact. They know each other so well that they know what works for them. I want that. I have been wanting and working and building and failing and trying to rebuild again and again to eventually have friendships like that.

Which leads me to one of the most important relationships with the richest source of nutrients that I know: God. Aligning myself with God in a way that I spend time in an organic and genuine way with Him is crucial to my health. I feel better internally and externally. It is difficult to do almost anything without hope and having a relationship with God gives me that. My father and Uncle each have a strong faith and relationship with God. Independently and yet also together. They pray for one another and also with. They have devoted themselves to living the work of the Gospel and that is why it’s not surprising that they have been able to align themselves with one another in a way that is heartfelt and real. They are like-minded and like hearted individuals. Since I was a small child, I was exposed to a friendship between my uncle and father where they would do anything for each other. It engrained in me a true respect for a friend. And now I know friendship in all of its rarity is a requirement for happy in this life. This is why I am constantly striving to be a better friend and am able to recognize how blessed I am to be able to call even one person-Friend. We all need more of life’s nutrients and we may need more of some than others but constantly evaluate your level of happy. And be sure to recharge on all of the good things so that mind, body and spirit you are able to stay healthy and keep happy.

CHEMS

All of these chems
Blue blood pumping
infiltrating my system
A doctor twisting my intuition
Unbearable
Bordering miserable
How can I go on like this?
Life is locked inside these bottles
Inside these tablets
Inside of these capsules that are sweltering
With the illusion of happy
These bottles they twist and we still pop too
Because the desperation is real
we dangle on the edge of sanity the moment we wake from soiled sheets
Sheets we swam in to escape our forced Goodmornings but that we still cling to our
almost lovers or their absence thereof
Fearful of these never ending nights
Can’t rest
Can’t eat
And we don’t protest this cycle
Cause we settle for whatever chems they decide is best
Cant seem to find, but we know it’s the nutrients that were missing
For now, we bury the costs
And still wonder,
What will we have left?

The Anniversary Vows

Bishop: Akosua Renee Bamfo, will you have, This Black Man, to be your wedded husband, to live together after God’s ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony; will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only for him so long as you both shall live?

 

Akosua: I do.

I love you.

The moment I laid eyes on you I knew I wanted to know you. In fact the first person I told was a mutual friend of ours. I asked her “Who is that?!” and she said it’s just You. From the beginning, there was always a powerful energy. A feeling like we needed to speak. We needed to share vibes. We needed to share something. I found myself wanting to expose parts of myself to you without having known you in real life at all at that point.

This is how I know, I do.

I do for you, not because we have committed our hearts this far. But I do, because I did the moment I met you. The moment I blushed behind bronze cheeks to introduce myself and you forgot my name and we can’t even remember the event where we first met eyes. I knew this was something special. This is something worth fighting for. Love, sitting up for hours under the moon, watching nature unfold behind us as we shared our passions amidst a playlist I curated is my favorite memory. It’s the one I hold the closest to my heart because it is the rawest. Raw in the sense that we were both just two kids. Two kids eager to be around each other. For no other reason than that we were curious. I was curious about you for a while. Silently I grew closer to you and I looked forward to your simple yet profound messages.

What we have managed to create and somehow sustain is a love I never imagined could exists. There has never even been a movie made to depict a love this great. This is the love I was always unsure if I would ever experience. And I know it to be love because it feels as important as breathing but as complicated as being. It feels good to know I have someone in my life that gets my purpose, sense of humor and also my sense of sadness. We might be the most depressing people I have ever encountered and yet we’re full of joy. You spread it and I spread it and I know this because I see how people look at you. And I feel how people look at me. The vibrations are similar. And I’d just like to say I never anticipated it being this easy to look this good on the most beautiful day with animals running around outside. The sun’s setting. And I’m standing in front of my best friend who is looking ultra fly, I must say.

I couldn’t imagine what it’d feel like to say, let alone write, these words. Words are important to you too, so I wrote these for you. Because I know you know they are imagined for you. Love, it is always fleeting and yet we are always here. Near or far, I will be running with you. We will be running and sliding and dancing and cha-chaing or swag-surfing or doing whatever it is we need to do to survive here. And it will be beautiful. because we will be going through life together. We will be experiencing what it feels like to move with the wind and also get knocked down by it, together.

In typical Sua fashion, or should I say style, I’m having a hard time ending this. Not because I don’t have the words, but because there is no full stop at the end of one of my “I love you’s” so I guess I’ll leave it just like that; I love you

My Black Diary

One of my soulmates posted this beautiful photo of herself today and it triggered me to have a jimmy neutron type brain blast! I even went to finally get my cracked phone screen fixed because of this.

I am constantly thinking of new ways to be creative and express the love that I have in my heart. I love Black History Month because it is the one time where blackness is celebrated outwardly. In what spaces…to what degree…and how genuine are all questionable. And the fact that we as a nation minimize the value of an entire people to a single month is unbelievable. I know.

However, my critique of Black History Month is different. I’m looking through a different lens this year. I feel that Black History Month is a lot of the times so depersonalized. It focuses completely on the outliers. There is a separation between who is chosen to represent an entire people and the everyday black person. The typically over-romanticized but incredibly important figures that we all know and respect so much for all they’ve done…the amount of change they provoked should not be minimized and they should be recognized for this regularly.

But I’m seeking a deeper level of representation. I’m seeking balance.

We all are valuable as black people. And we are magical. Everyday bruh. Our blackness stretches so far and wide. I believe that our family members. our friends. They have done for us internally, what grand historically black figures have done for the country and our race as a whole.

So like I said, I saw this photo of this black woman, my friend, and I decided to challenge myself to create this screen saver/haiku challenge. I’ve been working on disciplining myself and working on committing to things and being held accountable to complete what I say I want to achieve. So this will help with that (encouragement is welcome)! Also I truly believe that the essence and work and passions of all the people I will be posting daily will make a huge impact on the world.

In some shape or form these people will shake this earth. And of this I am certain. I do not know how they will, but they will. And my rationale behind this is not solely because they are friends and family of mine who I know and love personally. Or because they all have impacted my life.

But it feels pretty appropriate for a month dedicated to Black People and Love.

So I’m challenging myself to be as objective and succinct as possible in order to capture their importance in this world as black men and women. As leaders. And as change makers. I’m trying to describe them how I feel the world should remember them. And as much as I want people to just believe in them like I believe in them off the strength of the fact that I love them.

I want their being, to speak for itself.

And I will reflect on the entire series by the end of the month-ish on heavens hotlines (I know I pump faked on the last series but that one needs time to evolve so it’s on pause). Anyways, yeah it’s important for me to reflect because this is about them but it’s also specifically about me. It’s about me thinking about me through thinking about them. I know that might not seem to make sense. I know. Super meta.

Here goes.

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