Eka’bo si ilu Ibadan

Eka’bo si ilu Ibadan

Ibadan, running splash of rust and gold-flung and scattered among seven hills like broken china in the sun. – J.P. Clark

Demokrasi for the Pipu

Demokrasi for the Pipu

They are not the overtly generous type like ours that will throw free 10kg bag of rice for you to catch on campaigns rallies not minding if you get yourself stoned to death as a result of your overzealous throat or thrill you with Michael Jackson dance moves from Tafawa Balewa square to government house with a WAEC result on life support and melodramatic theatrics in the parliament that would make Peter Dinklage rethink his career choice even though the highest they can do is orchestrate their own kidnap to run away from the police on instagram live.

Love, Her

Love, Her

‘Love, Her’, teaches you how to love yourself and others in simple ways such as being honest, allowing yourself to see growth as a normal process, adjusting to reality when things don’t go as planned and believing things to work out fine. ‘Love is meant to be the purest form of appreciating another human being without expectations or demands.’

In defense of the ordinary

Something to teach about being you. Being simple yet making the world feel you just the way you are, ordinary

Butterfly Mind

I often get down on myself for the lack of meaning in the spurts of writing I publish on my blog, the ten-minute free writes that are unedited streams of consciousness, the spewing of thoughts after pulling a prompt from a box. “Who cares?” I ask myself. Who cares about the details of everyday life? The creaks and hums my house makes when it is empty? The smell of coffee and paper and ink when I write?

And then I sigh and recognize I am no writer, not like the real writers who don’t just write the details to plop you in the middle of a scene so you feel the warmth of golden light on prairie grasses and smell the grain scent they radiate in sunshine. Real writers get to a deeper truth beyond just being in the setting. They get to meaning.

Or so I thought.

I am in the car…

View original post 704 more words