She walked into the club like she had somewhere to be. Head high. Spine like a blade. But everything in her body wanted to turn and leave. The bass hit her first—deep, reverberating. Then the heat. Then the eyes. But she didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. She’d mastered the art of appearing unbothered. Tiffany Coetzee, Healing Shaman of the Rhino Totem. Daughter of a man she hadn’t spoken to in years. Bearer of a child she wasn’t sure she could raise. She smoothed her palm over her

Not all marriages in Spirit Walker are the same. There’s a difference between a marriage alliance and a contract marriage—and if you confuse the two, you’ll get chewed up by the system before you even know what hit you.

What would the world look like if women held the power? Not borrowed power. Not conditional power. But the default. What if spirit inheritance passed from mother to daughter? What if the gatekeepers of power were women, and men had to navigate the systems they created? The Essence of Power It wasn’t about flipping the script to create fantasy wish-fulfilment. It was about pressure-testing the world. Because in ours, women are still silenced in too many places—politics, temple

Some call them animals. I call them echoes of something sacred. In Spirit Walker , totems are not chosen for aesthetics—they emerge from within. A totem is the rhythm of your breath, the weight of your silence, the shape of your courage. And if you listen closely, one of the five may already be walking with you. The Big Five are not just powerful. They are ancestral. They move with memory. Which one mirrors you? Follow your instinct. Choose what feels most like truth: 1. What

These bad gods demand sacrifices. And when they don’t get what they want? They ruin worlds.   Enter: the Zodiacs. Twelve children. Born of a goddess who once fell in love with a mortal. They were never meant to exist. But now they’re sworn to protect the realms, especially Earth.   Earth Is the Mission. Love Is the Test.  Once a year, each Zodiac child is allowed to visit Earth. It’s not a vacation. It’s a rite of passage.

Imari’s strength is subtle. She’s not intimidating because she demands respect—she’s intimidating because she doesn’t need to. She’s the woman who walks into a room and recalibrates the energy.

The real-life Tokoloshe folklore has always fascinated me. These mysterious creatures that lurk at night, born of dark magic, mischief, and ancestral warning. But the way the stories were told—always from a place of fear, superstition, and silence—I couldn’t help but wonder… what if we rewrote the story?

When I write, lore doesn’t arrive fully formed. It creeps. It waits. It whispers before it roars. The worlds in Tokoloshe and Pisces Family weren’t drawn on a map.