THE ORIGINAL GANGSTER

Complete with an oversized sweat suit, you know, those suede kinds. A rather large timberland boots with its laces tightly tied around her rather bony legs.
This woman could not be a day under 45 but wore her durag better than this street boys I see. Walking with the natural swagger of a person who had seen it all, done it all and might be able to do it once more.
Her lips darkened; with browned teeth indicating some type of tobacco smoking in fact she had a cigar in her hands. Beside her was a man, the unspoken literature of men who’ve shared experiences hazed around them. She even let her mouth sling open like children you see and want to say “close your mouth”.
The sight of her stopped me in my tracks. She embodied the realities of hardship in the ghetto, the blues of old Baltimore and a look that wasn’t above corner hustles at all. For a few seconds I pondered, she has got to be an original gangster.
- Oroma Elewa

Dear Bethann Hardison

Congratulations on your CFDA award. It is long overdue.
You mean a great deal to me and many in this industry. It is with great joy today that I celebrate fashion’s acknowledgement of your many, much needed efforts.
With Love,
Oroma

"When her friend Nelson Mandela passed away last year, Maya Angelou wrote that ‘No sun outlasts its sunset, but will rise again, and bring the dawn. Today, Michelle and I join millions around the world in remembering one of the brightest lights of our time – a brilliant writer, a fierce friend, and a truly phenomenal woman.

Over the course of her remarkable life, Maya was many things – an author, poet, civil rights activist, playwright, actress, director, composer, singer and dancer. But above all, she was a storyteller – and her greatest stories were true. A childhood of suffering and abuse actually drove her to stop speaking – but the voice she found helped generations of Americans find their rainbow amidst the clouds, and inspired the rest of us to be our best selves. In fact, she inspired my own mother to name my sister Maya.

Like so many others, Michelle and I will always cherish the time we were privileged to spend with Maya. With a kind word and a strong embrace, she had the ability to remind us that we are all God’s children; that we all have something to offer. And while Maya’s day may be done, we take comfort in knowing that her song will continue, ‘flung up to heaven’ – and we celebrate the dawn that Maya Angelou helped bring.”

-POTUS

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I’m very excited to announce the launch of my store on Oromastherapy.com. Tangible expressions of my love for travel, culture, style, design, shape, texture and color are what you will find here. It is a carefully curated space of objects I find beautiful. Everything in my store, I have found and amassed in the course of my travels in Africa. Also available for purchase are original designs of my own and those crafted in collaboration with creatives and artisans back home in Nigeria and many other locales.

Happy shopping!

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xx

Oroma Elewa

So many want [it], cry and have many sleepless nights over [it].

[It] has become a major cause of anxiety, jealousy, and fatal neurosis. For [it], some are esteemed but for many, however [it] is the root of all disrespect.

There are those who work hard for [it] and some who have [it] handed to them. Some downright sleep their way to it, alter themselves for [it] for there is no longer shame in [it]. [It] is unmistakably a phenomenon. Songs are sung about [it]. [It] has become the unwritten code that is implied in every desire to be. You too have thought of [it], of ways to get [it]. Though no one has ever told you exactly how to find [it]. You cannot blame them for the ungodly secrecy that surrounds [it] and for hoarding [it].

At some point however, it will not matter how you get [it], you would simply be expected to have [it]. [It]i s what the world sees. [It] is what the world respects yet many struggle with being honest about their longing for [it]. Don’t.

- Oroma Elewa