Connoisseur of Memories

One of my prized lessons here and now is "you can always turn back" I practically tell myself, Repent!

Adapted from Pinterest In the warm afternoon sun, spring with a touch of summer and possible vibrations of winter with the chilling breeze, I found myself waiting in front of Zen (a Japanese restaurant) for an order a colleague had placed. I usually accompany him on these mini trips to get food because he is… Continue reading You do not need much to enjoy your life

Adapted from pinterest When someone hurts us we think we are the only one hurting. What if they are too? I understand that the last thing we want to do when hurting is think from the offender's perspective, but irrespective of our thoughts, another story is always unfolding within the one we are feeling. Let… Continue reading Two Sides of Pain

Image from pinterest As in a trance, I traipse through a dimly lit corridor, where doors are ajar with a bright light shining through the opening, which is giving this passage a bit of illumination. I read somewhere that there are no wrong choices just different paths that lead to different destinations or maybe there… Continue reading Open Passages

Artist: Jim Warren Recently, at midday, I find myself smiling fondly at memories I do not remember making until they started flashing rapidly, a rhapsody of several happy moments, good people, friends, and lovers. I remember a sketchy hotel I stayed at in Ibadan to attend the wedding of a friend of a friend, the… Continue reading HAPPY MEMORIES

Image from Pinterest Khi was lanky, fair, with no dimples thouh skillful with his hands... Oh come off it you dirty mind, I meant he had talents for the piano. He made me giddy, butterflies and all. No stolen kisses, no petting, just gifts and memories shared around music and texts but that ended and… Continue reading THE MANY FACES OF MY LOVERS

Image from Pinterest. He said, "Hush I do not care for your opinion." I, who my father raised to practice how to talk at midnight I, who hear the voice of my father reminding me to speak How did I get here? Is it that I wanted appraisals that I could not validate in myself… Continue reading Kind Hearts

Art by Bulman. It is Valentine today, 8:20 pm precisely as I type this in my dimly lit room. I have just finished a meal that ordinarily ought to have been breakfast by its design. Prior, I went flower hunting. I have never bought a live plant. I don't even know if I can keep… Continue reading The Soul Dance

Image by Wilgom Following the release of Acrimony, the controversial Tyler Perry movie, many conversation tables could not settle on who was justified and to what extent. Being a woman, I quite understand the raging support women had for the heroine and the outrage at the audacity of the protagonist to recreate the life he… Continue reading Scars and Healing