Street no get memory

Describe one of your favorite moments.

One of my favorite moments I cherish deeply is returning to a place I once called home. There’s something powerful about walking the same streets that once held my silent battles, friendships, and memories, the kind of memories that don’t need words because the street itself echoes them back to you.

Today, I’m hosting the Afro Festival in Bristol, and being back here after nearly three years has stirred so much inside me. It’s more than just a visit, it’s a full-circle moment. This city saw a version of me that was still figuring things out, still pushing through certain struggles. But today, standing here, I realize how far I’ve come. The things that used to weigh me down no longer have the same hold. That’s growth, and I’m proud of it.

It’s been a joy seeing familiar faces, old friends, even loyal customers who didn’t hesitate to support me again pulling out money to buy from the collection I brought along. That feeling is unmatched. Earlier this week, I read a quote about how we’re often called to revisit places we’ve once left behind, and today is exactly a testimony of who I was, who I am, and the distance I’ve covered.

The real question is: when we leave a place we’ve revisited, what do we take with us? And what memories do we leave behind?


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