Oshohn

Oshohn BFA, Creative Writer | PR Prospect | Founder of the ÖHaus Project.

06/30/2026

““You are the sunshine of my life ”

Late Eulogy ••

It’s what she sang to me with so much soul. The only woman whose love I really felt when she said it. But with the story of my Grandmother’s love, also comes with the story of grief that plagued her childlike heart, mixing a spiritual light with a hard shot of her pain. She had 3 children, and 7 grand children, once married into the Haitian linage that birthed the last name William.

Our story is by far from perfect, but with the sense in me to always remember the depth of care to my bloodline for me, is how I know love exist, because it came from the ‘I love you” that came with a tone of enthusiasm, and shown in her quirky death of a personality, that had her children, including myself who loved her the most, strike from a deep place of knowing who she could be, even with her own reckless mindset. She divided the family in ways that at the end of it, I could only blame it on her ailments to her spiritual life that brought more breakage to her household than what was built. My grandmother had her own dreams swept from her growing up, meeting a love in her life that almost killed her, and meeting an end with an intense shift in her life line, that needed crucial nourishment of new growth with purity in the intent of her soul line.

I loved my Grandmother dearly, one of the voices in my family that has held me dear to her heart since I was given to her as one of my caretakers. To not have been there on her last days, is a hole in the wall of my heart. I could not see how to repair it down my road these past few years, but every internal spiral, my heart always feel the love to my life that was a small fracture to a mother’s love. I will miss the beautiful hugs, bright false teethed smile, the wig and outfit choices that caused a great War of roasts at the gathering.

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I filther the love from your darkness to be the first woman I forgive, and never will forget, for the sake of fertilizing new roots after the death of your Garden that never had a chance.

To my favorite dancing queen, my grand mother,

Luvenia Tucker, a bad fatherf*cker

- O. William

05/08/2026

So, let me get this straight—

You mean to tell me, that in settlement of what interchanges are within a human nature, you deny the dark age of yourself so deeply that fighting those that still see it in you in your freedom of choice, instead of holding accountable, you mock and toy with the sense of reason because you’re literacy is at an all time low, and does not birth co-existence that balances the formation of human nature?

We are not in a one man army, which is why even out of that biblical standpoint, you also hold selfish views in order to hide your cowardice and not go right after the turn of events was wrong.

And here we are claiming you as “Rage Baitor” because in the essence of freedom, we have the power of choice to not socialize with the density of a vapid mentality, or walk in a movement of false Protestant faith that sends us more off a cliff, than help us collate an equal opportunity of economic growth toward wealth, not be broke and compete with what is already broken.

You came out of holes of degradation, my children. See it in the template of how you are birthed out the womb, formulaic toxin of natures. Take accountability for the damaged eradication of your societal bonsai and have a real conversation with the people,

starting with telling the truth that lacking the knowledge is your downfall.

Forgive me for having to take you back to school on this matter, Deputy Rager Baby.

It was a moment of a battle in my head that made me want to tear it off. Conspiracies running rampant; fear intensely ri...
05/05/2026

It was a moment of a battle in my head that made me want to tear it off. Conspiracies running rampant; fear intensely rising until I pictured a slaughter— my revenge, my victorious vigilance in hitting the right places that did not ruin what was behind such a monstrous sight to see of myself in imagination, birthing a film idea compiled of my worst fears.

The End.

A socialist film of a revolution, blending the spirituality of warfare and creative dominance that writes itself. This was a constructive piece for my portfolio project I instantly felt inspired to continue on a trail with after a moment of feeling defeated. The dark energy of my dying past, nurtured and laid to rest with every vision behind what is still under blissful development.

The spirit of our design is equipped with a creative energy revealing in time our masterpieces that must, and will stand the test of time. Which is why after an extremist moment, and a few hours of writing, I laid myself to rest, feeling the next day to keep the story ideas flowing with every step I take.

Poster portfolio component showcases:

🇺🇸 AI media design,

🇺🇸 Phenomenal Concept Strategy

🇺🇸 Creative Direction

🇺🇸 Screenwriting

💫 Spiritual Healing

••Wanna hear a scary story?The introduction with this card was one that spins in my head immensely at how supernatural a...
05/04/2026

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Wanna hear a scary story?

The introduction with this card was one that spins in my head immensely at how supernatural and cynical in its tale— but one worth believing in paranormal activity. It was about 3 times of this card flying out at me that dove me in deeper just to understand why. Yah know the joker card is not one to play with in the deck, but don’t fear. This one in this type of deck is the one learning what it means not to play a player.

The Orisha deck by Zolrak is more than just Tarot, its history in a visually artistic spiritual guidance that awaken the truth of persona with every reading. The journey of Orisha in the ÖHaus so far is a travel through Deity stories that have transitioned into new systems of Divination for enlightenment. So far, the stories open up with the truth of Exu, an extremist persona that seeks to be the One to know the route of a beastly design, consumed by the toxicity down a road to becoming the voice of Brute survival. Exu was an introduction to what is creating the trembles as we walk in fields of his protective tricks or entrapment.

Exu can be reflected as Hades of Greek Mythology, to the one of Satan in biblical conspiracy. And trust me when I say, the truth of poisonous apples shaping the Orisha Pantheon opens the mind to many new, and imaginative stories that feature the Anti-Hero on the spectrum between good and evil.

•• War becomes the traffic jam in the midst of new order. While civil suits are attacked, nationalism plays a game with ...
05/02/2026

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War becomes the traffic jam in the midst of new order. While civil suits are attacked, nationalism plays a game with the lands that hold opportunity for deeper community growth, and prosperity from whatever a higher calling is abundantly shaking us internally to move toward.

Which means, as it is game day, a side of community is abundantly charged up to root and cheer for the waste of resource, and of course time needed to heal from such spiritless actions of heroism. Dictation has become egocentric as proven in the division of identity and inclusion. Voter suppression finds its way into the political battlefield to become a weakening to an opposing side of foundational right to repatriate from the civil discourse, caused by careless leadership, and its fraternal decay without an eternal sense of peace to lead into a new world.

War should be very little in the historical progression of society, war shall not divide the system if terrorism on common grounds is meant to be averted. Community becomes careless out of a dark spiritual calling to let go, and remain festive as a means to stay alive on what could be a short road, as catastrophe creates the anti-socialism out of duck and cover.

📸: axil.art Instagram

Amen.
05/01/2026

Amen.

“Sex was a deeply traumatic road that began at the age of 5 when I had to learn the discipline of what was far out of my...
04/29/2026

“Sex was a deeply traumatic road that began at the age of 5 when I had to learn the discipline of what was far out of my reach and lawfully needed to be so. I hold in my heart both forgiveness and condemnation for the sake of what was power unaligned with the teachings of such ritual for a stage that should not fathom this type of maturity. This moment could be said that it’s all natural in nature to be a child touching in places the hands do not belong, but it is also unnatural to strike with hands at innocence still in the space of what is unknown.

From here, it was repetitive to see my sexual nature be condemned, meeting my teens in the idea that my desires of who I want to be touched by, is a shameful and dangerous journey to go through when you know doing something you aren’t suppose to do, as taught from an early age, will be strikingly problematic for you. The avoidance of pain at these stages was at the height of being scared to let anyone in, touch me or have any type of way with me that will bring harm to my fragile ego. My first time was discreet, secretive and unfulfilled being the “Other one” on a time limit, and a social distance due to entangled relations. I journeyed down this road for the last decade burning with the questions of why placed in such unfulfilled desire, to realize that the psychological circumstances are more reason to let it go than the objectivity behind it all. These reflections come at a time of sacral healing. My crystals are worn, meditative practices are done, but the feeling is really the only thing talking, going beyond the “birds and the bees” and pulling me to deal with the historical trauma of what grew from the homegrown; relating to the social history surrounding me, the creation from the start of humanity, to where we are today with dirty rules that conjure a chain in the control. It all brings up a sensory to the labels that command a nature to let go of consensual and play the role. With anxiety gripping the heart, the talk is warlike in what it means to be a sexual nature. I felt the critical importance to understand why the exploitation of my sexuality from the outside world, and my personal intimacies, sees me trying to free myself from what blocks the development of not a sexual nature, but the power coming from surviving such desires in a world facing ages of corruption while in the midst of its lovemaking.”

(William, O. (2023). I Killed Your Devil)

“I walked into it. Between spaces of present and moving in new ways I didn’t realize how important until one day becomes...
04/28/2026

“I walked into it. Between spaces of present and moving in new ways I didn’t realize how important until one day becomes a summary of what it was becoming. I was on Etsy buying my crystals, starting with the chakra system and the best of the charms that fit their representation… I became more interested in research, learning the different realms of beliefs I realized were all aligned with one another. My favorite epiphany came at these moment to see how religion isn’t to convert, it is to share into I’m order to make whole again of a sixth sense to a higher power, as no matter how one may see opposition in each other, the collaboration is on a story to make what we call history. “

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Your ego is a Self-creation. Please make sure you stay within the lines that is still required within your abstract. A c...
04/25/2026

Your ego is a Self-creation. Please make sure you stay within the lines that is still required within your abstract. A canvas will always need corners to help you understand limitation, no matter the freedom of expression you put it through.


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