Patience is the Key
There is a thin line between patience and waste of time Me Sometimes I want this site to come up this very second, everything, but I have to be patient, a little or even a lot. It is crazy how everything turned out, but then I have to brace up and start again. I am […]
We Are Art!
What relationship do we have with works of art? What really are we, a painting, a sculpture or a breathing image? We just need to pause and think of how beautiful and unique we are. A trip to Nike Arts Gallery in Lagos with young ones and friends revealed a lot about our relationship with […]
Why The Earth Laughs In Flowers
The earth is a battered planet and it baffles me that she manages to smile, not to talk of laugh. The things the earth suffer make me weep for our dear planet, but even in the middle of such battering, it resurrects and smiles in flowers. She is the epitome of resilience. In the morning […]
The Mirror Of Life: Why Survivors Lie
Survivors are not saints, so they don’t tell the whole truth, they are neither artist so they don’t paint the whole picture. Sometimes, they are scared that you will be scared, worried that you will be too worried so, they don’t lie per se, they just lie low. I know, some of them see life […]
The Team of Life
(For Naomi Nwogu and Mrs. Adetoun Mohammed) “Papa Bear…” Amanda called out to her father. It was a name she called him by when she was teasing him or wanted something from him. “Yes, my panda!” he replied, between munches of succulent bamboo leaves. They could hear birds chirping as they flew from tree to […]
The Egret
It was an unusual night. Its blackness hovered like evil cloaks, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting, covering every sparkle of hope with gloom. Occasionally, the fragile silence was pierced by distant gunshots. They ripped through the air like ugba pods when they explode in the harmattan: expected, yet equally startling. Amanute peeped through the window of […]
Utopia
Sometimes we need the riverbanks to break To know how tame the river has been As wild floods sing her vindication Sometimes the change we seek and get Becomes a chain of tears and regret A scar on our flawless perfection We sit on the fence of our minds Never loving […]
Horizons
Tears, tears I cannot cry yet tears, tears that cannot dry burst my heart, my broken cistern and paint my mind with an eternal stain When, when can I feel the rain? Can it really wash off this stain? When can my sorrows go down the drain? When can I be free from this disdain? […]
Beauty in the Broken: the eBook
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To start something, you just need to do something: to start Me Of course you know I am just testing this out, but really if you were to go for a patience contest, you would have won. We are not there yet, but you really have waited on me. Thank you.