• creator of expressive art,

    photographer who writes about the elephant and the room...

    birthed in the Midwest,

    becoming in the South,

    while bursting the veil,

    & cultivating roots

     

    HELLO.

    I'M ACH-'SAH

    elephant

  • The Writer

    Ach-'Sah writes in color, painting the stories that are held between teeth and tongue. She writes truths that rattle bones six feet deep. Her words build thick air, keeping the loudest mouths lock-jawed. She collects reality like travelers collect great souvenirs, then displays it boldly in her work.

     

    "I knew I would have to pick at scabs and open up scars just to stand at the entrance of his dungeon where my past resides. I knew I would have to dissect every skeleton of his and my own to acknowledge the dark. I would have to if I wanted to move to the light, so I began to open my flesh so I could attempt to move from the box he put me in."

    - Born to the Elephant Show

     

    She writes with the sole purpose of moving us toward change for the betterment of all; ultimately helping the voiceless.

     

    "We are You. You are We. We are one."

  • Writings

    Book & Script Collection

  • THE REFINERY BLOG

    Thoughts, musings, and ruminations of a woman.

    February 18, 2019 · By Achsah Taziwa
    The woman inspires me. Considering no color, no social class, no beliefs or anything else that...
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  • The Refinery Loft Photography
  • 2019: YEAR OF THE WOMAN

    Cultivating Our Roots: Shining a light on the strength of women and their stories for our tomorrow.

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    Sankan

    I come from strong, independent, self- assured, hard working women.

     

    With a fire held behind the eyes and fierceness in her voice, we get to know more about Sankan.

     

    My name is Sankan. I was named by my father who is from Monrovia, Liberia in West Africa. Sankan means ‘joy’.

     

    Sankan, what is your story?

     

    I was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. An 80's baby born to a father from Liberia and a mother from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I’m the youngest of two children. I was a very quiet, shy child. I spent a lot of time to myself, in my own world, always wrapped up in my own thoughts. I had a few close friends but I was mostly a loner. I was pretty much a nerd, a straight ‘A’ Honor Roll student who won spelling bees, science fairs and made valedictorian in high school. Outside of school, I was an awkward tall black girl who loved to read and loved music. I spent a lot of my early years trying to blend in and please others.

     

    Where does your story leave you standing today?

     

    It took a while, but now in my 30s I’m in a place where I’m now starting to focus on myself. I’m learning to love myself. I’m discovering my own identity. I’m figuring out what makes me tick, so to speak, by learning more about my likes, dislikes, and desires. I’m embracing the things about me that makes me unique and I’m no longer interested in trying to blend in. I’m putting myself first and learning to protect and preserve my peace. I’m still very much a work in progress but it is an exciting and enlightening time for me.

     

    If you could go back to your childhood and have a talk with yourself, what would you say?

    I would tell myself that I am the sh* . . . LEARN MORE ABOUT SANKAN IN THE BLOG!

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    Ach-'Sah Taziwa

    They say if your dreams don't scare you they're not big enough . . . I'm petrified.

    The woman inspires me; considering no color, no social class, no beliefs or anything else that covers her. I see the woman under it all. She is powerful behind everything the world tries to veil her with and box her in. The woman sees deeper. She's tested harder. She endures his pain and her own. No man could ever survive the depths of a woman. He's never been in the position of a woman and sacrificed the way the woman has, while she still fights for validation in a world she birthed.

     

    Who can push around a cart full of food, breastfeed a baby, carry a man's burdens, and her own while maintaining a grocery list in her head? And this is after receiving a paycheck that tells her she is worth less than a man. Sounds like a superpower or, as some say, magic. It's not. It's the strength of a woman. Some put titles on our strength to make it sound more appealing, again because we're taught being a woman is not enough.

     

    The woman sacrifices herself for our children, our families, and communities, even when she's told she's not enough or she doesn't matter. The world is nothing without the woman. She is the soil and the water where he plant's his seeds. She inspires me; her weakness is as moving as her strength. The way the woman is capable of giving birth while carrying man when he's weak . . . only a woman can do that in a way only a woman can.

     

    And I'm petrified because I'm obligated to fulfill a dream that highlights The Woman. I do this for our daughters, our sons, our tomorrow. She has entrusted me with her story, pieces of her, I will cherish for a lifetime.

     

    Thank you to the women who stand in strength and to the ones who are still finding self. Your story matters and you are deserving of this light.

     

    Meet these inspiring women in THE BLOG!

     

    If you would like to share your story, let's connect. Email achsah.taziwa@gmail.com

     

  • Education

    Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.

    - Nelson Mandela

    Atlanta School of Photography

    Photography

    Hondros College

    Real Estate

    Franklin University

    Bachelor's of Science in Business

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    Tara Ngozi Mixon

    Black women are not a monolith. They are many things--beautiful and mysterious. Through magical and musical verse, Mixon offers alternative narratives, origin stories that challenge the limited societal views of black women, demonstrating how their mere existence is at times a mystery, an amalgam of experiences--inherited and otherwise.
     
    An orphan (who is adopted by a storm) tries to hold thunder in her mouth; a battered grandmother taps into her ancestral powers; an adolescent girl befriends a woman at the end of her life; a young woman searches for her elusive mother; a pregnant woman prepares to give birth while her husband is dying; familial love keeps music alive; and Harlem is running late.

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