About me:

A is... (for) one of the authors of this story.....here's part of a blurb s/he wrote to describe hirself...

if you were to (try en) pin me down, i'd probably taste like (the) ground bark of (the) mngama en tamarind tree/s,, head/strong, red/crimson mulungu/flowers, deep/blue dark/wota, blood claat, dis earth... (almost) familiar....

i (y)am a story teller, community organizer, luna/r/(-tic)-poet, fierce warrior...

(i know) Ma...ri....

(re/learning) Ma...gic...

(the) art of reshaping,

(the) craft of the wise,

exhilarating,

dangerous,

the ultimate adventure....

M is...(also) part of her-story,

m is for magik....

from the earliest human cultures, the mysterious magic of creashun was thought to reside in the blood women gave forth,

in (apparent) harmony with the moon...

i am (the) moon's revolushunary daughta,

watch it! I bleed!

These were the questions asked when a great (great) grand daughta wanted to know about her family herstory. Why did she want to talk about the past, they wondered. She had every worldly possession one could dream of but, the possession she craved most was of the spirit world. It was the knowledge of her ancestors’ stories that she needed.

(these are some of) OUR-stories