The lure of the past

Image: Overview of a market, Lillian Trager (April 1977) I remain nostalgic about a past I wasn't a part of Hell-bent on finding out the truth in history - or if there is truth in history I want to know what my ancestors crafted with their fingers, what made them silent, what made them sit…

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Memories in the sun

Secondary school, pacing in the sweltering sun cramming pages from my huge biology note or at least trying to understand the seen and unseen elements... Home, dry, dusty harmattan brown leaves rustling beneath barren tree branches clearing them with a rake, making a burnfire... A place in the city, sitting on the patio watching a…

Lights

I see the moon tonight in its beautiful, incomplete form - A half-disc towering above the city lights Unattached, untainted, Beautiful in its incomplete form. I see the moon tonight and some lone stars, just as I’ve always seen a thousand miles away - And I remember, How we all are under the same skies,…

To feel the world in our hearts

"He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end" - Ecclesiastes 3:11 I often stop to think about how priceless each word we share is, how every laughter is a stroke of paint on…

The society of the spectacle

Photo: we don't talk anymore by Ayo Ajani Over the years I'd struggled with knowing how best to navigate through Social media. Sometimes things got overwhelming and I'd often just abandon ship. I always thought it was a personality thing and maybe that explains part of it but of course, there's more to it, and…

… ❤️ to the moon and back

I've been loved like the stars, compared to the heavens, idyllic, picturesque, the stuff of dreams and movies...somewhat unbelievable and lofty. And I've been loved like the green that grows from the earth, a gradual exploration of being through time, practical, grounded...very believable and sure. I'd asked for practicality from the one who loved me…

Blue is the color of first breaths

...the sky and the endless ocean blue is the color of a tired smile and how you feel listening to slow, soulful music Blue is the color of peace...the silent mountains you see far off in a distance the visions of love visions of you And the warm embrace of home 1/07/2020 6:25pm

The seer

 Ever woken up from a dream where people were steadfastly peering into your eyes as if searching for an answer? Well I just did! It was weird, they were calling me the seer or something, I hate that in just some minutes I already cannot remember the specific words said. Dreams! how fleeting. They…

Our sturdy/delicate existence

Our beings are fragile and sometimes we feel so uncertain... when I was younger, I would have spells of me questioning my existence. It wasn't really a question, because a question is deliberate and most times, well thought out and begs to be answered...this was more of an involuntary realization of being. The fact that…