watching out for my neighbour
It is 0351hours GMT on Wednesday 26/02/25. And I am standing by my North-facing window.
how Fela’s suffering and smiling defines the African woman
“See, immediately we leave, take that Oramorph so you can sleep easily” Jay sounded more African than British right now
Viewing life through the eyes of Mr Death
“It kills me sometimes how people die” says Death compassionately as he marches along
Join Mr Death as he narrates his side of the story through this Nazi German streets in WW2
what signifies a new season for you?
Two days ago, I walked past a florist and noticed something unusual.
Stepping back, I peered into the cartons and
6 degrees of separation
She strode out elegantly in her all-white ensemble towards the stage.
Cher was one of those chosen to come out and share a reason why they came here.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
“Have you ever seen a little child before a mirror? Do you notice how taken by the mirror they appear?”
Shana faced the room as her little boy tugged at her sleeve
How else can a melancholic get high?
“Babe, your magic potion is ready” cooed the heady aroma as it wafted sensuously round my room
I followed its trail. And allowed myself indulge in the fragrance. Then climbing out of bed, I shuffled back to the kitchen.
of sunk costs, sentimental value and holding on to what no longer serves you
The current #nsppd7amfireprayers promo on #inanimate objects has me feeling funny.
A bit of context here; #NSPPD is the world’s largest
how my foreign neighbour influences my life
Emgland. Two women across adjoining streets. Strangers to each other. One, a Briton. Another, A Nigerian emigrant. Yet, they are somehow interconnected.
“I would love to cheat on my wife too”
“You think I do not cheat because I love my wife so much?” his laughter cooled off as he switched on his serious face “Well, why else? or is it your moralist views?” I teased. Since I knew he was not big on religion There we stood by the frontage of my compound while he […]