I wrote a journal entry to share my ancient secrets.

How I met someone who understood my differences.

How I designed patterns that can tell a story.

From a great power, passed down through medium gods.

Colours that break away spells and speak of truth.

Colours that are connected like a spider web.

Modern colours with culture colours.

Worn by myself and my love.

Everything was good. Everything was fine.

Everyone knew of her.

She was like no one else.

She was beauty.

She said all the things a woman would never say.

She was strong and not noticed.

I loved her and saw her become a queen.

The spirit moved through her voice like wind through trees.

She whispered to me in my dreams of gold and fire.

She wrapped her heart in light no darkness could touch.

She painted the air around her with truth and grace.

She spoke through the colours, blessing every pattern shown.

I think everything she learnt was for a forces greater than what we were taught.

I am Nana, and she was my queen.

Nana’s Kente Cloth