Chapter 7: Shamanic Code & Jungle Bones
Peru called to me like a memory I hadn’t made yet, as the voice of a mistress beckoning for me to find her. After the mushroom gate cracked my identity open, I wasn’t looking f
Chapter 6: The Mushroom Gate
After everything collapsed — the label, the love, the scaffolding of who I was building myself into — there was silence. A strange, empty silence. At first, it felt like failur
Chapter 5: The Rise & Fractures
South Africa was supposed to be the upgrade. With Holland feeling like a concrete jungle and my mom being South African-born, we decided to settle nearby Cape Town. After Ghana, I
Chapter 4: Hip Hop, Meet I
Ghana was where everything flipped. Up until then, I’d been the outsider — always watching, always adapting. New countries, new classrooms, new codes. But this time, something
Chapter 3: A Little Stranger
After Holland, we went East. Vietnam first. Then Thailand. Eventually Cambodia. I don’t remember when exactly one country ended and the next began — it all blended together in
Chapter 2: Cold Shock Therapy
We had to leave Sudan. Word got around that the rebel armies were getting closer. We were advised to leave. My dad, who always had a feel for the undercurrents, caught wind of it e
Chapter 1: A Bastard Born In Light
Let’s start with the facts. I was born a bastard. Technically. Two days after I came into this world, my parents got married — paperwork caught up to the prophecy fast. My moth
