I have to assume that there’s an evolutionary advantage to having a brain which keenly remembers the bourbon-soaked magic carpet ride, but not its puke-on-the shoes, please help me God aftermath. The same holds for romantic relationships. The dreamy, eye-gazing moment of transcendent intimacy is recalled with perfect clarity, while the sleepless nights on aContinue reading “AfroMemories and the gift of failure”
Its Zee not Zed
There is nothing as babying as suffering a stroke and I have reflected on it as Once a man, twice a child. A stroke is a case by case basis,if it is right sided paralysis,it implies that the right side is literally dead and non functional, this means that you won’t be able to eatContinue reading “Its Zee not Zed”
Uganda Olemwa; Nothing to rekindle
I know not how many stories I have had to recycle just to beat them into submission to fit within the thematic concept of fire but if the flame was blazing, it had to come down and here in there is nothing to rekindle . Back in High School, I’m like this student that hadContinue reading “Uganda Olemwa; Nothing to rekindle”
The Metamorphosis of Ayo; Reflections of a Neuropatient
Why do we write? Is it to let readers into our lives? Do we leave them to judge our commissions or ommissions? Are there major takeaways we have from a story? Is sharing stories therapeutic? What is the major point in telling a story? All these and more questions are answered by Patricia Opio,in herContinue reading “The Metamorphosis of Ayo; Reflections of a Neuropatient”
Speechless
If there’s anyone who has helped me in weaving language into a concrete narrative, Bolaji Gelax would be up there. It started with an awkward story I sent her, the kind of email you send and you are satisfied as a sender but not certain about the receiver. I don’t want to look at itContinue reading “Speechless”
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