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Umoja Festival


                        My girls Mikailia and Gena getting their lives honey YASSSSSSSSS

Yes, we were actually having this much fun in the Bay. Shocking right? I'm so glad I found something worth leaving my bed for.

Earlier in the week, I found a flyer for the Umoja Festival. Before I agree to do something other than Netflix and eat, I like to find out the answer to few questions. Is it free? Will there be good music? Are people actually going to be dancing? If I can answer yes to all the above, then you can count me in.

The Umoja Festival is an African festival that happens once yearly in Oakland. This was my first time going and it did not disappoint! I loved seeing all the different African nations represented. The food, music and outfits were all on point!



                                         yours truly, Ashantigyal
                                                                It was lit city!
                                     Ghanaian DJ Nana Kwabena slappin' the  hottest Afrobeats
                                        The Jollof was in full supply! Yummmmmm
                                            The Diaspora in Oakland, CA  Beautiful!
                                                         Jamaican bad gyals
                                    

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  1. UnknownNovember 16, 2020 at 7:21 AM

    All of these I found something I could truly relate to. Continue because we are here!

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