a swahili word for . . .
The word, “ONA”, seized me one day, upon remembering I was born to two Swahili names. I thought “my guides saw and hoped for me, in ways which I cannot always appreciate. My names were given to me in earnest. My parents prayed that I might seek truth in all I do, bloom, and spread beauty, rather than simply wear my labels.” Having been granted the invitation, I finally opted to discover how these prayers via my names have manifested in my life. In so doing, I’m finding and have found the words and ways of the matriarchs of my time, in these songs. Their fearlessness, their vulnerability, their softness and strength were rediscovered in search of seeing me
. . . ONA.