All I can ever give the world is my empathy and selflessness, from there pours love, aid and compassion.
When i see others suffer, my heart cries for them.
When I see one help another, I see kinship. I see brotherhood. I see sincerity.
That is love.
I want you to feel my love.
Because like knowledge, love is free and it pour infinitely down on me.
“Oruko mi ni…”
“My name is…” in Yoruba, I dream of being fluent in my own language.
My name, as you know it, is analogafrikah.
Analog, I consider myself traditional, I am outspoken but my heart radiates rays of my past and the women of my roots. Quoting Badu, at times, I consider myself an “analog girl in a digital world.”
Afrikah, simply Africa, I am Nigerian. ‘Kay’ meaning “inner self” in Egyptian, I speak from my soul as much as I can, she is her own person with whom I have the pleasure of encountering everyday.
I have four names, each of them has a meaning, I must mean something. I am always trying to figure out what that is.
Good morning in the dialect I choose speak at this moment, in my heart it is always morning, as I am always shining.