Posts from Preachy

I did not understand this god. I loved his son, but could not understand the sexism that existed in his book and his church. In African spirituality, women are not relegated to the role of a spectator.

We present our re-casting of Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt’s Oblique Strategies cards. We call our version Opaque Strategies.

Tradition is finicky. I get the value of apples and honey, in the stories (so many stories) of repeated cycles of liberation and oppression, in the raising of toes and bowing of heads during Kedushah.

Ramadan can be a testing time for Muslims who struggle with eating disorders or disordered eating, which can often manifest in ways that can make it even harder for them to observe the monthly fasts.

Each Friday, the folks at Preachy will offer you something of a reflection for your weekend. This Friday, we present Plant of the Month.

It is difficult to come across atheists in Nigeria. In a country where hope seems perpetually lost in the fog of corruption and chaos; where you’d often hear tales of humans flying at night or morphing into animals and yams, it makes sense that the average Nigerian hangs onto the comfort of believing that there’s a supreme being watching over us.

The doctors tell my mum that the lump is nothing — a benign cyst that will be removed through a simple surgery. But prayer, myth, and tradition are insurance against all we cannot know and Nanna sends a donation and a letter to the monastery of her favorite saint: Saint Rita.

I would later learn that their mother had waited for about a week until a white orthopedic surgeon was on call to do her procedure and that she would yell obscenities at all of the BIPOC orthopedic surgeons who tried to help heal her broken leg.

This Friday, we present our first Space Object of the Month: The Moon.

In falling in love with my girlfriend’s religion, I was able to make peace with my own.

There was no place like home, one’s home, one’s ancestral home, especially when one’s first name was Echezona: “Do not forget.”

Preachy presents the music of Muhammad Samie.

She prays over the bowl, carefully pouring in three drops of oil. They disperse.