There comes a moment when faith stops feeling like home and starts feeling like red tape. A moment when the room that once held you begins to shrink around your breath. In my new editorial, I confront the politics of holiness, the violence of control dressed up as devotion, and the God who keeps showing up in all the places they were told they shouldn’t. It’s a letter for the ones who left quietly, a mirror for the ones who stayed, and a door for the ones still searching for where God went after the meeting adjourned.

An exploration of the afterlife of ancestral sound, Redemption Song explores the spiritual legacy encoded in music, memory, and resistance. It’s instruction. A portal through which song becomes strategy, and remembering becomes action.

This editorial is a love letter for the displaced, the gifted, and the spiritually dislocated. Buried in Our Blood explores the psychic and cellular memories carried by the African diaspora—how past lives, ancestral trauma, and spiritual technologies shape who we are and the futures we’re building. It is a reclamation of power through embodied truth.