The Subsaharan FlâneuseinThe Memoirist“Mirroring” — the people-pleasing technique that awakened meA viral series forced me to see the relationship between my own debilitating need for control and my fear of abandonmentOct 251Oct 251
The Subsaharan FlâneuseInner Autumn for the Empath/Truth TellerThe week of my menstrual cycle when I am most terrifyingly honest with myself (and everyone else).Jul 35Jul 35
The Subsaharan FlâneuseShe is Here, and I am She — (A Poem)A love letter to (and from) my Higher SelfJun 17Jun 17
The Subsaharan FlâneuseStorybook Characters That Got Me Through My Teen Scapegoat YearsI disappeared into White fictional characters to cope with my chaotic presentJun 74Jun 74
The Subsaharan FlâneuseinModern WomenInner Summer for the IntrovertOnce a month, my menstrual cycle creates the optimum conditions for full-on extroversionMay 1913May 1913
The Subsaharan FlâneuseinMystic MindsIt Felt Like I Had Been Asleep for Over 30 YearsI had no idea what boundaries were until I played a children’s songMay 95May 95
The Subsaharan FlâneuseinModern WomenWhen the Artist Becomes the Truth-TellerI have decided speak out about exploitation in the industry — because silence perpetuates trauma.Apr 232Apr 232
The Subsaharan FlâneuseThe 2000s Emo Music That Saved Me as an Alternative Black-African TeenThe angsty ‘White’ songs that helped me navigate a ‘No Feelings Allowed’ upbringingApr 1810Apr 1810
The Subsaharan FlâneuseinThe MemoiristHow MJ’s “Scream” Makes Me Feel Seen During a Narcissistic DiscardAnd the lyrics that help validate this isolating experienceMar 301Mar 301
