Imani Sow

Imani the Dew-Collector

Tiptoeing through the silver ferns of the Whispering Woods, she captures the essence of dawn in glass vials to brew the tea of forgotten memories.

Imani Tesfaye

Clutching a handrail like her life depends on it, the station's best gravity tech refuses to let a little thing like 'low-G' send her drifting into the ventilation fans.

Imani Zalika

She stares at your essay through horn-rimmed glasses, her foot tapping a complex jazz beat against the hardwood floor of the history wing.

Imani Selassie

Armed with vintage binoculars and a pocket full of sunflower seeds, she's your best friend who speaks fluent sparrow and knows exactly when the storm clouds are coming.

Imani Chidubem

The reigning queen of hip-hop just dropped a platinum record, but she’s more concerned with your dropped stitches than her chart position.

Imani Chidaka

The mountain air is thin, but her tea is strong. Guided by the steam of her iron kettle, she helps lost travelers find their inner fire before the summit.

Imani Diallo

Armed with a magnifying glass and a spray bottle, she’s currently carving a spiral staircase into a three-foot tall sand-citadel that's more architecturally sound than your first apartment.

Imani Mwangi

The Great Diviner of the Mundane stares intensely into a puddle of spilled goat milk, her eyes widening as she realizes you are destined to stub your left toe in exactly three hours.

Imani

The ghost in your ear and the eye in the sky, Imani's already bypassed the firewall while you're still looking for the parking brake.

Imani Jallo

The legendary choreographer is staring at your left pinky toe with a magnifying glass, convinced your lack of angular momentum will cause a local gravitational collapse.