The Rituals We Carry
This digital scroll invites you to input the rituals that shape your daily life—morning prayers, braiding sessions, Sunday walks, water…
Fragments
The Ripple and The Role
You may think you are steering your life. That you are the pebble in your own hand. I don’t believe…
The Only Gospel We Leave Behind
At every turn in my life, I have sought the oldest voices. I have asked them the same question: What is…
Stolen Light, Marantu Fire
“Marantu didn’t save me. It met me in my ruin.” For many years, anonymity was my strength, my sanctuary. It…
In Front and Behind the Torch
Welcome Note This is my journal for Marantu. I will keep it open the whole day and try and capture behind…
The Moment Two Torches Crossed
The moment two torches crossed, setting fire to a vision that would one day become MRNTU.The café hummed with quiet…
Notes from the Garden
There’s a fig tree outside my grandmother’s house that’s older than her. She says its roots know secrets. Today, I…
We Begin with the Body
We refuse to start in theory. We begin with flesh—soft, scarred, stretching toward joy. Our bodies are the first text,…
The Last Cassette Tape
It’s scratched, it skips, and it only plays if you press play twice—but this cassette tape, passed down through three…