Over the past few weeks, many of you have shared your thoughts with me about Maramara, and I’ve noticed something: many of you doubt that a place like Maramara could ever exist — and even more so that it could be a civilisation built and led entirely by Black people.

A lot of readers also assume the story is set in the future.
It isn’t.
Maramara is an ancient civilisation — one that the world later renamed Africa.

I find myself wondering why it feels so hard for us to imagine that.
Have we been beaten down for so long that seeing ourselves outside the boundaries of this world now feels impossible?

For me, Maramara isn’t something I created just to entertain.
I write it because I feel it deeply — like a memory my spirit recognizes.
And I trust that completely.

It may be fiction, but fiction doesn’t come from nowhere.
Sometimes it is how writers make sense of memories that don’t belong to this world.

I’d love to hear your thoughts — let’s talk about it.

UQA❤️