Our Story

Where It All Began

I did not find Africa. Africa Found me. As an African American woman I had spent my entire life feeling a quiet longing, a pull toward something I could not fully name. I knew it was connected to my roots, to my ancestors, to the continent my family had been separated from for generations. So I made a decision that would change my life forever. I booked a flight to Kigali, Rwanda. The moment I stepped onto African soil something shifted deep inside of me. It was not just excitement or curiosity, it was recognition. It was the feeling of coming home to a place I had never been. I spent three months in Rwanda falling in love with continent, its people, its energy, and its culture. But something kept pulling me deeper. I researched my lineage and discovered that my ancestors came from Nigeria. So I did what my heart was telling me to do. I packed up my life and moved to Lagos, Nigeria. Not to visit. Not for a vacation. To live. To walk the same land my ancestors once walked. To breathe the same air. To find what had been missing.