I grew up hating the phrase “you are so much like your mother” But I found succour in my father’s ever-constant “always remember that your mum loves you.” Years later, I see my mother in my early morning rise, In the firmness and surety of my gait. I saw her in my reflection, Felt … Continue reading PERKS OF BEING MY MOTHER’S DAUGHTER
Please do not be swayed by that title, this story is not about any mishap or any form of disturbance in Ekiti State, no sir, what then is it? Well it is an account of a travel to my state of Origin. I was born and spent a huge part of my life in Lagos, so … Continue reading THE MENACE AT EKITI
If flowers bear you song When morning wear a new dress It must be of the newness of day And freshness of colours It must be a message of scent And the gratitude of blooming Who knows the joy of petals When blessed with dew at dawn Than the sun breaking through The curtains … Continue reading GREATEST FEELING
Each time I hear talks about first love, The ignorance of feeling a chemistry You do not understand, Ignorant tales without tail, My eyes become tributaries of the ocean within. It reminds me of how time grew wings Took eyes of reason away, And we, with the blindness of ball, Driven by the goal … Continue reading FIRST LOVE
UNVEILING... Querencia (n): A place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self. Growth is a characteristic of living things that is ubiquitous in its meaning. In the present day world, personal growth -like physical growth- is encouraged. Finding our … Continue reading ENTHUSING OVER SUBTLE ARTS: On Finding One’s Authentic Self
Please bring back Lagbaja and his magical talking drums I’ll wear my agbada and dance like I’m filled with rum. People will gather and at once we’ll forget these newborns Who with lather in their mouths speak of nothing If not clubbing, gun-running, thuggery, and money. Lusting after bodies with disgust and making bloody orgies With … Continue reading MUSINGS FROM MOUNT OLYMPUS
A thousand years ago, I stumbled upon Ambrose Bierce’s ruthless piece of work, The Devil’s Dictionary, in what was then one of the most solitary moments of my existence. I did not find necessary answers each time I followed his savage words into the numerous haunts we frequented, however after our romance, I was left … Continue reading DRUNK’S DICTIONARY
Prologue Titus The ugliness of the veranda is worth killing for, it is grotesquely plain, a blind stab to the heart of art. I love shapes, the beauty behind structures, the outer quality that gives form to the inner conversations of the mind. Through this I see man as an instrument of art, each … Continue reading LIFE: COLD, HOT AND ALL.
Between The Hole And The Girl In My Dreams Her name was Tolu and she had eyes that hypnotized me with ease, a smile that turned my dreams into reality, an unquestionable simplicity of character that was charming and haunting at the same time, and a voice that sprayed poppy on my nerves. But it … Continue reading THE MEMOIRS OF A CYNICAL YARNER
“Giving an advice is a very good thing but nothing compares to living that advice.” The above quote is not one dropped by a magnificent historical figure nor an awe-inspiring twenty-first century role model, it’s just a mantra I have decided I should keep as close as possible. I had written an article a … Continue reading FINDING ARTSY IN STRANGE PLACES : (Scarves, Thoughts, Myself, amongst other things).