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the birth of Dr. Minerva Arias De Jesus. she’s been gestating since the summer of 2019. 

I give thanks, Modupe, to my Ancestors, Egbe, gbogbo Òrìṣà, my mom, my father, my family, my friends that are family, my community. To my Baba @chrisabani, for your love, guidance and support, not only during the dissertation process but in life and living this Iṣeṣe path. Thank yall endlessly. 

My reasons, my why:: my daughter, Ṣadé Zara, and my two nieces, the daughters I never gave birth to— Ashley Jennifer & Jade Idalis. I was always a curious kid. Always seeking knowledge, a tiny philosopher soaking up books, always determined to make it off the block. When my niece’s were born, I became extra determined to be a role model for them. And, to show them the world is full of possibilities. I was the first to graduate HS, go off to college, then get a masters at NYU. I was so proud when Jade graduated from college. I was an Iyawo & “wasn’t suppose to take pictures” but she insisted. And I’m forever grateful she did. Three weeks later, she took off her human clothes. 

Jade’s death was the catalyst for my PhD journey. It was one I started in all white. And, one I finished in all white, but for a different reason….

To embody all the clarity I’ve gained not only in this PhD journey but as a priestess of Oya (hence the touches of red). 

This manuscript (dissertation link in bio) is just the beginning of my path in changing the discourse around death, grief, transitions and how African Indigenous knowledge systems like Ifá hold these experiences in a much more expansive way than Western psych ever could.

Thank you to everyone here for rocking with me through endless transformations. You are appreciated. 

con amor,
Dr. Minerva, Ìyá Oyaladé 🌬️💜✨💐
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On my 24th birthday, I was diagnosed with Stage 4 Hodgkin's lymphoma. In the first picture, you can see the tiramisu cake my mom brought to the hospital and the bandage on my neck from the biopsy. Hodgkin's is one of the most treatable forms of cancer, and I'd been so sick for so long that it was a relief to find out what was wrong with me. My boyfriend flew back from Cambodia and stayed at my parents' house in Denver while I went through chemo and covered my bald head with a fetching array of hats and scarves—an early sign that he was a keeper. The chemo made me feel better almost immediately. My amazing friends came to visit from all over. In just a few months, I was cancer-free. As of this month, it's been 20 years since the end of my treatment. I am so lucky and so grateful.
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On approximately this day 20 years ago, on a rainy day in Phnom Penh, I met the love of my life. I didn't know it at the time, of course. But I get bored easily, and it seemed like a good sign that I never ran out of things to talk about with this extremely hot guy who somehow tolerated all my bullshit. 

We've now spent nearly half our lives together, and hardly a day goes by that I don't think about how insanely lucky I am to share my life with David Kihara from here to eternity. 

Babe, through it all—triumph and tragedy, cancer and childbirth, 2 countries, 5 states, 13 jobs, 7 homes, 8 cars/motorcycles, 3 kids, 2 cats and one obnoxious bird—your love is the backbone of my life, the throughline of my existence, the only thing I have never doubted or questioned. And somehow we've never run out of things to talk about. 

Shall we give it a few more decades?
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