Peace, be still The silence drowns out The noise of the world In your arms, I am tranquil Calm and at rest Your warm embrace Brings time to a halt Your heartbeat Is in rhythm with mine As we dance in the moonlight Our love, souls and hands intertwine I know deep down I am... Continue Reading →
He undoes me Everyday, I unravel just a little bit His words put me back together He undoes me The moments we spend together Heals me just a little bit each second He undoes me Time and time again Every minute I spend in his presence He undoes me I am undone by him I... Continue Reading →
“My name is Kehinde Oyegun but you can call me Kay,” the lady replied with a wide smile. “So why did you come to Cape Ingrood?” Eva asked. “Why does anyone come to the Cape for a weekend? To find love, of course.” She had a hint of a Nigerian accent.“Kehinde, that’s an interesting name.... Continue Reading →
Decked out in her floral, maroon-coloured Noji Art bou-bou, E.J gave her make-up a final once over. Her signature Ruby Woo/Bridgerton Rouge lip and her faux Cindy Crawford-esque mole were always the perfect accents to her full-face beat. She picked up her Samsung S23 Ultra and took a selfie, as insurance, to make sure it... Continue Reading →
“I just need to get my outdoor wheelchair gloves from the top drawer. I will be with you lickety-split.” E.J. bellowed to Dr Patel, her awesome and amazing carer. Dr Patel had arranged the ramp outside. Since buying the Whill C2, getting out of the house was a tad tedious. E.J. parked the wheelchair at... Continue Reading →
For years, my mother has oft said with an affectionate and slightly omniscient tone, that the number eight represents new beginnings. I am not sure if it comes from a biblical reference, the Aramaic or Jewish calendar, but I am definitely certain, it has a very kismet-like ring to it. As I sat pondering and... Continue Reading →
Crash. Crash. I looked down. My legs were shaped like scythes. Instantly, I knew that something was wrong. A chill ran down my spine. I asked the people who rescued me from the car, “Am I going to die?” They assured me that I wasn’t. Today was 21st April 2014 (aka Easter Monday), I would... Continue Reading →
As a 90s baby, I was very familiar with the sitcom, Will and Grace. This side-splitting series, in its prime was (and still is) considered to be ground-breaking, depicting an insanely close relationship between a gay man (portrayed by Eric McCormack) and a straight woman (portrayed by the red-headed siren, Debra Messing). On a hot... Continue Reading →
Lagos is a vibrant cornucopia of colourful individuals. It’s a vibrant place, full of life and traffic-clogged streets. Cars race by, the markets are filled with a symphony of different dialects, the skyscrapers have stood the test of time and the hawkers on the road sell everything from oranges to paintings. However, there is a... Continue Reading →
Many a person have gone or will go on a quest; a journey of self-discovery to figure out who they are in this crazy, tragically beautiful world. The topic of individual or collective identity is complex, multi-layered and multifaceted. A kaleidoscope, if you will. There seems to be a new box added to official forms... Continue Reading →
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