The Divinity of Mother Nature


Reading Time: 4 minutes No sooner had I (hihihi, nafeel ka bazenga kutumia ii) dropped my pants than the waterfall came pouring down. The river was in its youthful stage where it was wild and free. It came hungrily, cutting through the rocks and breaking banks, rushing down the slope and proving itself majestic. I bowed my head and gave reverence to mother nature. There was a new wake of peace that came over me. The chains that had bound me broke, setting me free. This is what freedom meant. I was one with mother nature.


Reading Time: 4 minutes My thighs, they tell a story. A long story, yet short in some scenes. They tell a story of curiosity, of growth, change, laughter, tears, blood, sweat, unity, oneness, the fruit, life- the fruit of life. I remember the first time they saw blood and the second time and the first time, and the second time- a cycle they came to embrace. They are dark, burnt by the blessing of the sun, they stand majestically like the queen, tender from the love of the mother, and sharing in the goddess of the earth. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Making love, giving life, knowledge of God. Tonight I puff a few and right before I sail to the land of the living, I will touch the goddess, pay some homage to her. She is my queen, her pleasure is my purpose. In rapid movements, my hips will swing…