I’ve been sitting with this for a while. Letting the fabric of the experience settle. Letting the meaning, the memory, and the magnitude of it all rise to the surface in their own way. Now, it feels right to say something. To return, not with announcement or excitement, but with a kind of quiet honouring. Documenting thirty looks across different traditions of African woven textiles was never a styling challenge alone. It became something else entirely. Something personal. Something expansive. Something sacred. Throughout the series, I found myself not just wearing garments, but listening to them. Every fold revealed something older than me. Something lived. Something survived. Something offered. I stood in Aso Oke, wrapped in the rhythm of Yoruba hands. I moved through Akwete, where threads traced a history of strength and sorrow.
I held Kente close, not as costume, but as continuity. A bold statement of identity that did not flinch. This journey did not happen in a vacuum. It was informed by stories passed down in homes, in markets, in whispered advice from aunties and elders. It was supported by the incredible creatives who brought these pieces to life. The designers, the stylists, the photographers, the artists. It was shaped by history, textured by memory, and brought forward by intention. I’ve always believed that clothing is a form of storytelling. That what we wear reflects who we are, where we’ve been, and what we are willing to carry forward. This series became proof of that belief. It reminded me that textiles are not passive objects. They speak. They reveal. They hold. There were days I felt moved to tears by the weight of it all. Days when I paused mid-shoot, heart thudding, because the story in the weave was too alive to ignore. And there were other moments. Quiet, powerful ones. When I simply knew I was walking in something bigger than myself. Now that the series is complete, I find myself still within it. It has left its imprint. Not everything has to be seen to be felt. Some journeys continue long after the last post. If you missed it, or if you want to experience it again, you can follow the full journey on Instagram, YouTube and TikTok. It is all there, waiting to be experienced. And to those who watched, shared, messaged, and held space for this work, thank you. Your presence mattered. Your engagement gave breath to something that could have easily stayed quiet. There is more to come. But for now, I honour what was.