Written by Testimony Odey

Big, black & bold,
I’m on top of the world.
I break stereotypes like a glass smashed on a brazen wall.
The curls of this baby on my head,
Signifies the complicated life of a black woman.
I wear my afro like a crown, look how it stands out in the crowd.
I once heard I could name my hair – it’s my child, you know
Freedom, Colourella, Perfection – oh, how I brainstorm names
One. I think. Two. A name. Three. I think again.
And after moments under the star-lit sky
Giving names to the little stars that cover my world like an umbrella
A name for my baby flies into my open heart of colors
Authentica – I hear the whispers in a dazzling twinkle.