Duna, Ice-cream, and Love Languages
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 and arguments had started. (Arguments are not bad). And I, who wouldn’t let a good…
Something Happened inside Danfo
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, and the agbèrò2 told her to hop in. If you’ve ever lived in Lagos, you’ll…
OF PROPOSALS AND DECEPTIVE ‘WILL-YOU-MARRY-MEs’
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 was like “Mowe Ibafo”, thinking pe you meant the Guitar I was taking to rehearsal…
Memories: Father’s Day
An excerpt from an unpublished Memoir.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, many times, go to unprecedented lengths. It’s often hard to relate when people talk about…
Your Voice
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 then, in its regular occurrence A daily dose of bliss, a special effect Like water…
Change and Our Vulnerabilities
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 going to do it again. “Walahi, I’ll never do it again.”, we say. By that…
His Handmaiden: A lovely Sunday Morning
It’s a lovely Sunday morning. You should be in church, physically, but COVID-19 lockdown has had a long toll on you, and you haven’t made up to two appearances since church resumed physical service. To make matters worse, church streaming isn’t clear this morning, so…
I Can Only Imagine
I can only imagine… I can only imagine that on that day, as I stand before her, family, friends, and God, staring into those eyes, reading and reciting those vows… I can only imagine that beyond the make-up and glittering face behind the veil, that…
Heartbreaks and Moral Departures
When those before me first mentioned their moment of departure from the values they once upheld, just after a crucial breakup, I sympathized with them but felt it was simply a moral failure on their part. And I boasted I’ll never be caught up in…
The Day Came
Little Lines – 03 But the day finally came. That day, when this heart would finally open up – internally, at least. But open up nonetheless. The hiatus had lasted about four years with bouts of premature affections, almost leading to a relational comatose. But…
