My soul is out there wandering the streets of Jibowu, Yaba in Lagos, Nigeria. But my body sits on this bed typing and listening to songs. I peer at the time. 03:02Hrs. A time when normal men sleep. However, sleep is far from me. I sit here watching myself go back again to Jibowu as…
“You saw how clueless I was when my baby began crying. The women here had to step in and take over. If I was back in Nigeria I would never take a baby out of the house on my own. said a frazzled ‘deji as he started contributing to the discussion” The Nigerian in me…
I shuffled wearily into the hall and sat on the first sofa by the door. Camp was taking its toll on me. The seat closest to the door was vacant and I made a beeline for it. A middle-aged female sat there. I plopped myself beside her. And as it happens, we eventually got talking….
He picked me up from home and as we drove off I heard the male presenter on the radio talking about Society and Safety Net. My interest was piqued when I overhead Free School Meals and Benefits. The Presenter was talking about it’s accessibility & relevance. Citing an example of why Safety Nets are…
The Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi celebrates the transience and imperfection of life. It sees beauty where we see ugliness. Detour where we see a cul-de-sac. And from it derives the concept of Kintsukuroi – A word which urges us to accept failings and extend grace to ourselves and others. Kintsukuroi profoundly challenges our grasp of…
