T.H.I.S. I.S. 3.0.!Every year on this date, it’s my birthday, and every year, I beremole to disberemole the beremole of all the other beremoleers to Show Dem…Jan 233Jan 233
50s Highlife, Nostalgia, and ExistentialismAt the bar, sitting in psychedelic haze, Fatai Rolling Dollars’ ‘Wọn Kéré sì Nomba wá’ ìs the number that comes up. Left legged dancer, I…Dec 31, 2022Dec 31, 2022
Through sorrow, tears, and blood, you are your own Saviour…After Warshan Shire’s Home, and Fela Anikulapo’s Sorrow, Tears and Blood.Jun 16, 2022Jun 16, 2022
These Broken Words…With pain, I write these broken words. Like our dailies, They tell of woe They tell of loss They tell of death.Jun 6, 2022Jun 6, 2022
Counting Sheep: A self evaluation and diagnosis report.In the east, The sun rises with the translucent promise of another dawn.May 23, 20221May 23, 20221
Where Do We Go When We Die?Oftentimes, when I consider how my light has been spent, when I am faced with the mortality of my human existence, I wonder… Who are we…May 16, 2022May 16, 2022
Outliers? Deconstructing the Women of Tunde Leye’s AfonjaThe women of Tunde Leye’s Afonja are daring, they are audacious, but tradition tells us little to naught about these women…Sep 16, 2021Sep 16, 2021
Revisiting Fela: A Millenial’s Experience.“…but I don’t think they have done a good job of it as my generation neither fully understands or truly appreciates Fela’s Artistry…”Jul 29, 2021Jul 29, 2021
YellowHis name was Yellow, or so we called him. I confess though; we never really knew his given name. We called him Yellow for the colour of his…Jun 18, 2021Jun 18, 2021
A Memory of DeathThey say death is a memory, but I have no memory of my death. Only the stuttering of my lisping tongue remain as memento of the time when…Mar 9, 20211Mar 9, 20211
