Purity Through Security

I am in no a form of a supernatural or special human being in the sense that I have misunderstood special abilities, rather I have been allotted the privilege of being a free thinker due to my parents and the environment I was raised in. I was allowed to maintain a sense of purity due to the sense of security provided to me.
**Zaki (Ojo Kunjufu) Minder**

Unlearning Control

March 2026

I learned to mind my P’s and Q’s before I knew

who I was—

before I understood that expression

could exist without permission.

I’m still unlearning that.

Catch yourself trying to control (outcomes, people, feelings).
Don’t act on that impulse—leave things as they are.
Let events unfold naturally and accept the result.

It is ok.

These ideas are not meant to remain theoretical. They must be tested.

These piece examine identity and expression through men wearing skirts—challenging the structures that define masculinity, and questioning why confidence is often treated as a requirement for self-expression.

The thought

This skirt is one continuous piece—no side seams, one fabric, nothing foreign imposed. Every cut and fold honors a philosophy of wholeness and presence: clothing as a space to exist fully, without apology or expectation. Design here is not decoration—it is being made visible on your own terms.

Untitled Dress Bottom 01

March 2026

Garden of cell - Type this on typewriter

Help I’m stuck in this celly. Please set me free. But I’ll only be ready to leave if you let me. In the mean time I’m doing just fine but help me if you’ll let me? What what help me if you’ll let me? What am I asking? I already help me. I help you too. Whether you like to or not. Man set me free. I’m escaping this celly and having a new life. I’ve already had a new life and a new life and I am no longer accepting this truce (trife) okay let’s travel in space to go back to our old new life. In our new home that’s been old. With a new story that’s slightly been told.

Ojo Kunjufu

a letter from the insides

A Mare-recon (America Reconstruction)

A mare moves with awareness, not force—sensitive, perceptive, attuned to what surrounds her. This is the posture of reconstruction: not domination, but listening.

She carries fertility—not only of body, but of possibility. A crescent, not a full shape, suggests something becoming. America, then, is not fixed, but in phase—growing, receding, returning.

Emotional intelligence defines her strength. She reads before she reacts. Care is not softness here; it is structure. Relationship is the ground she stands on.

Red holds the charge—the raw, circulating force of life and consequence. It is not just sacrifice, but presence.

White is the space between—rest, restraint, the discipline to leave room. Not purity, but pause.

Blue is the depth that contains it all—measured, reflective, aware of distance and scale.

Together, not a symbol to perform, but a system to feel through. Not finished. Not resolved. Moving.