🌍 TRILOGY : A Journey Through Spain, Morocco, & Portugal: A pilgrim’s travel across civilizations, spirit, & the echoes of Africa.
I was in a season of both outer adventure and inner confirmation, after both my fathers passed away, a time of rediscovering my authentic self in love and light. I journeyed through India, Spain, Morocco, Portugal, Madagascar, Djibouti, and across Ethiopia, healing, purifying, and releasing the karmic identities of my ancestors through awareness, faith, and forgiveness on Ghion River, Indian Ocean, Red Sea, and the Mediterranean.
By then, I had been traveling for over 30 years, my motto being "I work hard, budget and travel". l was captivated by the global world, geography, history & travel since I was 12, with an entrepreneur spirit, drawn by God’s universe to live with purpose, freedom, & sovereignty. I had done the hard work of inner engineering — grieving, detaching, and transforming myself since I was 14yrs young in solitude, isolated and with God. So when this new season arrived, I was ready. I had inner love, stability, and a global tribe. Traveling was no longer escape, it was expansion.
Spain, specifically Andalusia called to me not only as a destination, but as an ancestral echo, a land where Africa’s soul once shaped Europe’s light.
Madrid — The Awakening
Landing early morning in Madrid, I felt calm, grounded, and grateful. As I prayed at the airport, I sensed the start of a sacred pilgrimage through history, a two-month journey across Al-Andalus, the once-glorious civilization of African and Arab influence that reigned in Iberia for nearly 800 years (711–1492). I had planned, saved and structured my travel to 3countries and 20places for 2years, as a solo traveler.
Walking through Madrid for hours each day, I felt the energy of a nation layered in conquests and reconquests. Spain, for me, was not just flamenco, tapas, or bullfighting, it was the forgotten memory of African scholars, builders, and poets who once shaped Europe’s Renaissance. For a traveler like me, fascinated by the intersections of culture, history, and spirituality, this was a dream fulfilled.
Spain was already whispering Africa back to me.
Many people have shared their fears about black women traveling solo: the risks of racism, the “what if something happens to you alone” scenarios, worries about finances, the admonition not to talk to strangers, & the fear of the unknown within. Yes, all of those things could happen, but the strangers I meet on my travels have often become the solutions. I’ve learned that trusting your instincts and inner will is essential. There is no fixed equation or guideline for seeking your joy. Be bold, trust your intuition, remain kind, and stay curious. The rest, I’ve found, God weaves to perfection of what you need. Not everyone is a seeker, discoverer & creator. I am grateful I had awakened fathers, that told me of my ancestors tracing my lineage to Eve & Adam, Cassopian Queen of the Cosmos, & Sabean empire stretching to India, Middle East, and my people that migrated down the rift valley, traders & merchants taking the Nile river, red sea, & Indian ocean to spread civilization, faith & discovering new territories.
After traveling solo for more than half my life, one truth has become clear: love, kindness, not being nice, sharp, mitigating risk, and intuition are the glue that holds humanity together. Traveling alone has sharpened all of this in me.
Your spiritual purpose, passion, calling & what you are ment to serve doing, is not something you need to search for, it’s always inside. Peel away the masks you’ve accumulated, listen to your heart, and have the courage to let your truth shine. Stand firm in your beliefs, act with kindness, and simply be yourself, it will always be enough. Especially as black woman, so many people tell us who we are from inception, birth and youth, as our mothers carrying the feminine painbodies, wound & blocked energies, especially is she has not been emotionally available to nurture, guide and protect. Traveling with myself has allowed me to sit still, to connect with my being, and to witness my raw emotions, reactions, behaviors, and strengths, unchain my heart, facing my fears and unbecoming all that is not love. It is a front-row seat to understanding and accepting all of me, the good, the bad and the ugly, so as I can live an authentic life, in integrity and truth.It is fascinating how African, Berber, Arab, and Muslim civilizations shaped Spain—not only its architecture, arts, music, and cuisine, but also its language. Words such as “ola” derive from “Allah,” “Madrid” reflects the giver of water, and “flamenco” means “fugitive peasant” in Arabic. Their influence persisted through eight centuries of colonization, leaving a lasting mark on Spanish culture.
Andalusia — Where Africa Meets Europe
Heading south to Andalusia, a land of glorious sunshine, dramatic landscapes, bullfighting, tapas, flamenco, and some of the warmest people I’ve met. I journeyed south into Andalusia, the sun-drenched land where the Atlantic and the Mediterranean kiss. This is where the North African Berbers and Arabs(Moors), ruled from the 8th to 15th centuries, bringing with them architecture, irrigation, science, philosophy, art, and a worldview rooted in unity and beauty. My journey began with family time in Bailén, sharing laughter, stories, and delicious seafood paella with Selamisha and Jose.
Continued to part two
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