Decolonizing Your Closet

I used to consume fast fashion like a spiritual zombie, but I realized synthetic fabrics were creating a metaphysical barrier between me and the earth. Plastics do not breathe, and energy does not flow through them; they trap your own heat and the heat of others’ intentions against your skin. So I decolonized my closet to honor the egungun who dressed in cotton, raffia, and handwoven Aso-Oke. I built a capsule wardrobe anchored in natural, living fibers—cotton, linen, and raw silk—that allow my aura to expand freely. But the real power lies in color theology. I wear white (funfun) on heavy days to amplify spiritual clarity and invite the cooling peace of Obatala, the father of purity. I wear deep red (pupa) when I need the fiery protection and courageous drive of Shango, the Orisha of thunder, to face difficult confrontations.