INITIATION
Photograph by: Nofeezaht
Set By: Brooke-Lynn Williams
CREATIVE PRODUCER: ALYSSA YEBOAH-KODIE
Rising from the ashes to present to you all the INITIATION capsule collection. The first, a 2-piece bikini set made from upcycled lace I carved from a long-sleeve shirt thrifted in Bologna, Italy. Lined with a pulsating black lace trim, it mirrors the feeling of a breaking heart. This piece came from a series of tower moments – what was once subconscious roared to life, and spitting kerosene on the flames, I knawed through the process of laying them to rest. Stripped bare of the veils of former illusions, I was forced to embrace the need to start bringing to life the inner world I’ve built in order to initiate healing.
“As I sit here, my chest feels heavy, yet excited. I am heartbroken. I am still loving. This piece is dedicated to the sacrifice - my ego for my freedom; to the part of me that continued onwards with substantial wounds; to the part of me that came home to my body anyway.”
)DOMANKOMA B) OWuO MA OWUO KUM NO
GOD (THE CREATOR) CREATED DEATH JUST FOR DEATH TO KILL HIM
Throughout my spiritual practice, I have studied the essence of God through the lens of the Ashanti within the trinity Nyame, )domankoma, and )nyankop)n. In a literal essence, )domankoma means “the only one who gives the world or the universe”. Or, "The one who is uninterruptedly, infinitely, and exclusively full of the manifold, namely, the interminable, eternally, infinitely, universally filled entity'. He is the divine architect creating the universe from inert matter.
I find myself questioning why I feel so uncertain about my life. As if waking up from some sort of fever dream, I’m startled that I’m remembering I can make my life what I want it to be. When was that knowing lost? (If you’ve known me for a while, that’s kinda been my whole schtick). When I can no longer cling to what once was – I no longer live in Accra, and I haven’t in a while; I splintered across half of Europe, as the foundations of my femininity and basis for love exploded in fragments -mirroring obscure reflections back at me. I abandoned my journey of the self and merged with a reality that overwhelmed my own. Like a wildfire, i observed as my layers of security burned to the ground. The descent into shadow just kept going and going. The release of plans, visions, goals, desires, communities is getting deeper and deeper. when i’m left with nothing else but myself, what will i do with all this power?
With nowhere to hide, where will you go?
