Yesterday, I slept deeper and longer than I had in many months. I twisted and turned, and slept till there was no iota of sleep left in my eyes. Right...
I remember Sister Rose. Sister Rose Òdòdó ẹ̀yẹ[1], as I was found to whisper her name to myself. I can’t forget Sister Rose, not in this lifetime. I was a...
It was a casual WhatsApp conversation that afternoon. I had simply replied to her status and an entire conversation on communications in marriage had ensued. Before we knew it, questions...
Drama happened inside Danfo,1 yesterday. As we waited for the bus to fill up, one of the last two passengers got in and mentioned where she would want to alight,...
Dear FutureBae, Do you remember that day, two years ago, when we just started this our ‘love something’, and you asked me “where are we going with this?” and I...
#LIttleLines – 07 It was your face for me The beauty like a royal emblem Sitting pretty on that oval frame Dark and shinning, no shades of inconsistency From the...
An excerpt from an unpublished Memoir. Father’s Day reminds me of a very spiritual man, one who would give anything to keep his children fortified, safe, and well, and maybe,...
Little Lines – 06 It was your voice for me In its many expressions That silky, sultry, and subtle Alto Yet, firm and inspiring First, in the occasional tones And...
Perhaps, the sign that we are not going to change is that deep emotional sensation we feel, just after we’ve done it, that makes us so sure we are not...
Yesterday, I slept deeper and longer than I had in many months. I twisted and turned, and slept till there was no iota of sleep left in my eyes. Right...
I remember Sister Rose. Sister Rose Òdòdó ẹ̀yẹ[1], as I was found to whisper her name to myself. I can’t forget Sister Rose, not in this lifetime. I was a...
It was a casual WhatsApp conversation that afternoon. I had simply replied to her status and an entire conversation on communications in marriage had ensued. Before we knew it, questions...
Drama happened inside Danfo,1 yesterday. As we waited for the bus to fill up, one of the last two passengers got in and mentioned where she would want to alight,...
Dear FutureBae, Do you remember that day, two years ago, when we just started this our ‘love something’, and you asked me “where are we going with this?” and I...
#LIttleLines – 07 It was your face for me The beauty like a royal emblem Sitting pretty on that oval frame Dark and shinning, no shades of inconsistency From the...
An excerpt from an unpublished Memoir. Father’s Day reminds me of a very spiritual man, one who would give anything to keep his children fortified, safe, and well, and maybe,...
Little Lines – 06 It was your voice for me In its many expressions That silky, sultry, and subtle Alto Yet, firm and inspiring First, in the occasional tones And...
Perhaps, the sign that we are not going to change is that deep emotional sensation we feel, just after we’ve done it, that makes us so sure we are not...
