Kweyve

“My art is release for me, my words console me…but everything i put down i only hope means something to someone” -Kweyve

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The BUTTERFLY and the Cocoon

Last year was a tough year for me creatively, the process seemed a little longer, and i felt more drained than usual every time i worked. Last year, art took away lot from me, but in a good way. It felt like i was purging. I spent so much time in my studio, being honest with my self, and releasing. Last year, I definitely felt like i was fighting a battle, one that i knew i would win, but also realized, that it would require a lot of work, but i was ready. I would finally break free from my cocoon. The beginning of this year, I made an agreement with my self. i already know i have a lot of work ahead of me, and I've accepted that, so what i did was get right to it. What i came to see was, the work, that i have been so afraid of, the idea of hustling, or suffering, or whatever it is that scared me, no longer looked like what i imagined. It’s true when they tell you, your mind is your worse enemy. My life changed. Suddenly the 5ams i was always afraid of, became something i would forward to. I would wake up, pray, stretch, journal, or read a bit and then head down to my studio. The walks at dawn through the garden, passing by mummy’s window, always looking up, because sometimes she would be there waiting for me to walk past, became something i looked forward to. By then the sun would just be about rising, and i would sit and catch that. I would then stretch some more in my studio, and pick an album, and hang out with my self. i would journal some more, and reflect, all this before 8am. At around 8am i would pick up my sketch book and warm up a little, then a canvas, a t shirt, a bag, or whatever it is i had to get through. I was in my studio all day, just leaving to eat, and pray. I developed a well tailored routine that was absolutely perfect for me. i felt like i was becoming a functioning adult, finally. Time went on, and in my heart i started feeling like i was tired of talking to everyone through my phone screen. i remember having several conversations with my family, and friends, telling them i was ready. I had realized that i was finally ready to bring my art out in the open, and allow for conversation. All my life I've been a very shy person, except with those who know my of course, but generally. And because I've always remained truthful in my art, i was afraid of letting everyone know how vulnerable i really am, at every moment of everyday, cause thats what i paint about, the things that i really make me, me. I was afraid of being judged. The warmth that i received this weekend, at what is now my first ever exhibition, brought me to tears very many times. i was calling my mom every second, for her to reassure me it was all real, and i wasn't dreaming, because this weekend, was truly, exactly, everything i ever hoped it would one day be able to do. Im talking dreams of when i was just a little kid laying on my bed after school, imaging what my life would be someday. i didn't realize how strongly i was dreaming, I must have been, because those innocent dreams, have manifested into what i currently call my real life. How good is my GOD? Kweyve The art Show was everything for me. I really want to Thank Mimi Habiba, for hosting me at her lovely cafe, Maison The Cafe, and also every body who came out and shared their time and energy with me. i had conversations ill never forget. i really do feel very full.

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I am the prayer of my grandmother And the hope, for my daughter. I am your mother, and you my seed. I am the tree, on a hot summers day, you sit beneath, My shade, your solace. My heart, your life. My wish, your dream. I am the daughter of my mother, The fruit of her womb. As I ripen she weeps For soon, I will fall, but a graceful fall, and I will hit the earth, and plant myself. My seed will sprout, And flowers will blossom. My branches, no limits. My roots unshaken. I am her, The one, whose heart is burnt orange. Full of character, and so full of life. A whole journey inside of me And I can tell, I'm only just beginning As sun the rises, My spirit too. Away i gallop, To find what is true. My baby, my daughter this is all for you. I can't wait till the day, that I see you. - Kweyve

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As i press forward

I feel an army within me

I feel celebrated

The golden rays of the magnificent sun, shine bright.

I hear the drums,

I see the rich, bold colors,

I hold the cowries

The horses gallop,

the dust it rises,

as the Sun it sets

Dark blue, deep skies

stars by the billions,

and the ever so sensual Moon lending its light,

as it shines over the burning flames that illuminate the soft faces of beautiful, brown women

Mother, daughter, sister

Afros at attention,

Feet firm,

Sharing tales, from Ancestor to Grandmother,

and now on to me.

As i carry on forward, I carry on with the tales

that i hear them speak.

10,000 voices in my heart, each one loud and clear.

They tell me tales of Love,and Peace, Light, and of Magic.

my heart is always full

how couldn't it be?

I hear them sing songs of Joy and of Celebration

I am a celebration, they hum.

My spirit dances to the melody of their beating hearts

as each on beats for me, it carries me..

one step, 2 steps, 3….

                                                                                                         -Kweyve

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This is the first time ever, i have ever wondered what day “International Day of the Woman” is (8th March.) This is the first time in life, i have thoughtfully felt, like i deserve to celebrate this day, of just being a woman, not to say i didn't feel worth celebrating before, but because lately, i feel like I have began living my days as a very “intentional woman”. Intentional in the way i speak, the way i walk, intentional, in the way i give, and in the way i receive, intentional with the way i feel, intentional, with what i accept, all round just intentional in the woman i am, or i’m trying to be. These days, i have stopped thinking of myself as just a woman because i was born one, but because, in every moment, hence forth, i have made it my duty to “BE” a woman, the best one I know how. What i have come to notice though, is that i am not alone in this rising, i see a lot of amazing women out there too, doing their thing (you’re doing amazing sweetie), who are very much worth celebrating, so i came up with this idea, in the best way i know how, through the art. I thought it would be cool, to celebrate who we are as women: intelligent, beautiful, sassy, sexy, cool, whatever it is that you are, or whatever it is you feel needs celebrating. Let me Kweyve, put it on a shirt for you or for your loved one. Let us celebrate the women we are, come March 8th by being cute, proudly wearing who we know we are across our chests. I will accept a few commissions from today leading up to March 8th. please email me at [email protected], or DM me on any of my social media pages if interested.

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I close my eyes and I imagine a tribe. A tribe of “blue aura” women Beautiful and strong. Diverse, yet one. Mother, daughter, sister, alike… Hearts more alive than life itself Spirits free, like the wind But still very aware of direction. Healers, Nurturers, Teachers, Lovers.

I close my eyes and I imagine a tribe A tribe of phenomenal women Intelligent, and aware Delicate, and patient Feminine. Warriors, Intuitives, Wild Hearts, and beautiful.

I close my eyes, and I imagine…

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In a tale as old as time, Boy meets girl, and their souls catch fire.

The entire universe was in awe, of what this L O V E was. They were in awe of just the way he looked at her. It was really hard to grasp the real depth of what his L O V E for her was.

Their L O V E  shone so brightly, it was almost like magic, but like all things bright, the darkness grew attached to their light, and how brightly they shone together.

And that is how this Epic Love Tale began...

Yuranus fought through many lifetimes, each time finding Her, but what the darkness had done was steal her light away. With her light missing, Kweyve could no longer see the light of Yuranus.

He fought each lifetime trying to remind her, but with each passing one, he grew frustrated, which in time turned into, a big ego, anger and numbness.

In this lifetime, however, something strange happens. Something they say could only have been written in the stars.

Kweyve wakes up, and her light is returned. She had been fighting her lifetimes to rekindle her own flame. She had fought long and hard, and finally, the time had come. She remembered everything. She was a Star, a Light, a Queen, and only then did she remember, she had a King.

She remembered that she was the soil, that fed him, The Tree of Life. Without Kweyve, his leaves had fallen. But now with the Light in Her Love, she would save him.

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Saturday mornings

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Listen

Quiet down,

Soul search 101 is now in session.

Close your eyes

Collect yourself

Inhale. " Lord, I accept this healing"

Exhale, let go of the baggage.

Quiet down,

Catch your thoughts

Filter, each one

Until none is really apparent

Feel yourself,

Hold yourself.

Quiet down

Your emotions are speaking

Respect each one

Question why so many.

Quiet down

My soul is heavy

And in need of truth.

Quiet down

As I try to L I S T E N.

Kweyve

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Flow

I want to be like the water,

Like each individual drop,

Choosing where I want to go,

And what form I wish to take.

I want to flow freely.

Crash, break, but always pull myself back in.

Like a wave, on a beach, crashing ashore,

Breaking into a million drops, but always pulling itself back in, to rebuild, and then repeat.

Sitting on the sand, it's truly the most beautiful thing to watch

I watch as the moon glistens on the crystal clear water, rays of golden magic.

I breathe it all in.

I pray that one day I'm only as graceful.

That I accept the tides as they come.

And I learn how to flow with them,

Knowing that, even if I crash,

I'll collect my myself, always

Kweyve.

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Life through a Prayer

Living out a prayer,

My life is a quiet little prayer.

Every night, I sit and I thank,

Then I ask for L O V E

I pray for forgiveness,

I pray I forgive myself first.

Tears to wash my soul

Crawled up, completely into my own.

On this cold night, Lord,

I pray that You rekindle my spirit.

I pray that You guide me.

I pray that You show me, and that You teach me .

I pray that You water my roots,

And allow me grow to new heights.

I pray that You illuminate me, and whatever path, it is that You place me on.

May I always find You, and then me, through You.

I pray that you keep me.

I pray that You bless me, with sight, and foresight

I pray that you allow me to continue to remember that, I am E N O U G H

I pray that you allow me to act upon my prayers,

To live through them, and to do something about them

I pray that I continue to trust You, and the signs that You show me.

I pray that I trust my intuition, and recognize when I need to let go.

I pray that I continue to trust that there's a lesson in it all, and life is to be L I V E D to learn them.

- Kweyve

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How I spent my day today

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Clarity

Like a wrecking ball it hit me

I literally fell to my knees

Hands to my chest

I felt it

I am purging

The truth is making its self to the surface

And I'm letting It

It's torching itself through the cracks

Through the spaces that need the most healing

It's a light, and it's lighting up all the dark rooms

I feel lighter

Almost like the darkness carried weight

And now that it's no longer, I feel lighter

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Videocast EP2 Starting A Creative Brand

In the second episode of our IAD Videocast, we invite Hafsat Sani Sani, founder of Kweyve Textiles, to discuss how she started her venture, we also discuss t...

i recently sat down with the IAD Initiative podcast to talk about me, Kweyve and everything i hope to achieve.

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“ANGST”

Screaming on the inside,

hoping you hear me anyway,

tossing, turning,

thoughts all over the place,

Heaven can you hear me?

Lord, please hear me, as i pray this “angst” away....