| Maya Angelou heads a life that the privileged could envy and even the downtrodden would admire and aspire to. Taking charge of a destiny that continues to pursue her, she rises to challenge its' course and relish the embrace of its' offerings. Radiating the silken brilliance of the colors of Africa, [Ghana specifically] she wears grace sensually, threading it with the ferocity of a combatant and then styles it with a beautiful coat of confidence in a fashion that is uniquely 'Maya-esque'. The evolved distinctness, or rather, the epicenter of Maya, has been redefined through civil struggles, forged by a faith inherent, and completed by the rewarding contentment her survival and, as expected, success. Her words sound like the sweet taste of honey, they fill your ears as honey moves; slow, smooth, and intentional. The precision of her round traveled sounds drop glistening into your ears and beckon, calling upon the power and wisdom of everyones spirit to rise, again, again, again.