One Blood One Village is a manifesto for interdependence. Through the lens of prophecy turned praxis, it envisions Africa as the world’s body, the diaspora as its nervous system, and the village as its beating heart. What begins as revelation becomes instruction: to rebuild, to remember, to act. It is both requiem and roadmap — a testament to collective memory, radical interdependence, and the unbreakable architecture of love.

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.

This editorial interrogates the racial, spiritual, and economic double standards that make it acceptable to fund pulpits but shame priestesses. It explores why Black women spiritualists are feared, underpaid, and often erased, while religious and wellness institutions thrive. Drawing on ancestral memory, historical scholarship, and lived experience, it dismantles the myth that healing should be free—and reframes sacred work as worthy of compensation, reverence, and recognition.