“Who am I to deny devotion,
when the jugg gave me purpose.”
A soft entry into a world I’ve been building recently.
Not a collection.
A counter-archive.
A Gospel even.
LongLiveTheMandem
19.01.2026 via Substack
Who said the ends weren’t holy?
This project isn’t a collection.
Not a campaign.
Not even a book, really.
It’s a counter-archive.
A record of presence.
A memory turned manuscript.
Proof that we too have built.
LongLiveTheMandem
Now Live.
📁Click the Link in Bio to access the archive.
🕯️11 Pieces
⏳One Gospel
✍🏾MyselfBlaize
Vilomah.
A word no mother should have to embody. A grief no heart should have to bear.
This piece is dedicated to Keylan Bokassa, a 14-year-old boy whose life was stolen too soon. Another name, another face, another family torn apart by a cycle that refuses to end.
Knife crime is not just statistics. It’s mothers burying their sons. It’s echoes of laughter turned to silence. It’s futures stolen before they’ve even begun.
May we speak louder. May we listen deeper. May we fight harder.
Rest in power, Keylan. May your name not be forgotten.
Title: VILOMAH // Morning after Mourning
Shot: @senxemusic101
Other Vilomah Posts: @arniebeta
Next Up: @iam_tariqq@israeloketade
Organistations fight knife crime: @benkinsellatrust@lnkcharity@steelwarriors
-Full performance-
#houseofvox #poetry #spokenword #stopknifecrime #explore
Back performing at the Roundhouse. This time as part of the Roundhouse Three Sixty Festival.
I’ll be sharing work from a live piece I’ve been working on that sits with masculinity, expectation, and what we’re taught to carry quietly.
There will also be other wonderful artists sharing their work on the night.
Come check us🤞🏾
Wed 15 April.
Tickets via Link In Bio or @roundhouseldn
25
A timestamp
A prophecy
A prayer that didn’t stretch past 22.
A Reminder.
Full Poem on Substack @myselfblaize
LongLiveTheMandem out 19.01.2026 via substack
2025. A quieter year, but not without its moments.
We touched some new stages. Revisited some special ones. Even brought @houseofvox into the world.
The work shifted - less loud, more impactful.
And it’s been a blessing.
Grateful to have shared spaces with wonderful people this year.
Next Year… We Takeover. #longlivethemandem
🔗 XX/01/2026 🔗
No Means To An End - A Villanelle
Performed at the V&A Museum as part of the INWRDS Programme
This poem is written in the style of a villanelle.
Similar to a pantoum it is a cyclical form where lines return and evolve with each verse, mirroring the way love, grief and memory loop inside us.
This is a meditation on holding on when it’s breaking you, on bending under the weight of goodbye and still calling it love.
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Being a part of INWRDS has been a beautiful chapter in my creative journey - surround by artists and souls who expanded my understanding of writing and reminded me what is means to tell truth on stage.
It’s been a journey fr🤞🏾
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To the INWRDS family: thank you for the love
To the V&A: thank you for holding us
To Poetry: don’t say a word.
when I start rocking the rasta fit don’t be spun
Swipe Through 🖤
The Day The Kids Stopped Playing In The Playground
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This poem is written in the style of a pantoum
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a looping structure where lines echo and evolve with each new stanza. I wanted the form itself to mirror how trauma repeats: how grief replays in the mind, and how memory can haunt like ritual.
The piece is based on a real moment. We lost a member of our community, and the playground was never the same. This was the day we learned what “gone forever” meant - even if we didn’t yet know how to say it.
This is for the ones who grew up too soon, or never got the chance to. 🕊️
This poem is what got me nominated for Wordplay & Flow’s Best Page Poet Award.
To vote for me, the link’s in my bio - it would mean the world 🫶🏾
- Myself
