WE/R\VB/R\

  When the truth travels to West from East 

                                    Those feared turn into the Anansi 

We now no longer can unsee 

          The futures told through the Golden Orb

          With the power, now          

We will restore 

                Our stories once told in brevity 

We can now weave our own destiny 

                    To those who left our spirits fractured 

We are no longer the ones who are captured 

                                              No longer erased 

         Our Stories will embrue,         

                for           

We are 

                              The Virginia Black Review

The cunning, clever spider Anansi wove wisdom itself, teaching the West African and Akan people lessons in intelligence and humility. In the Eastern Hemisphere, spiders embody knowledge, patience, and creativity; yet in the West, they often evoke fear with the association of danger and darkness. Their silken webs mirror the interconnectedness of life—each thread a choice, each strand a step toward the destiny we weave for ourselves.

Education, the gift of writing, and the freedom of expression are privileges once beyond the reach of those who came before us—voices now ready to be amplified through our own. Their stories will glisten vast and golden, like the intricate, radiant webs of the African Golden Orb Spider.