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
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.
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
of racism and our red milk of human kindness.
“How is your knee today?” The elderly man [whom I will name baba] asked him “Better, it’s less painful.” Young replied cheerily “Oh, you remembered. Thank you for asking” I said to baba as the minus-1-degree icy cold shook my body mercilessly. “Yes, he was limping the other day and could barely walk” baba responded…
enslaved. abused. deported. a tale of the vulnerable migrant.
“One more footstep and all these will be over” Hajara looked at the sea entreatingly “You are too young and still have your life ahead of you” her heart remarked “What life does she have? Is this a life?” her head jeered “This life. She is here. Things can turn around, you know” “Ever the…
the dilemma of human longing and the emigrant
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…
of worldviews, perspectives vs lived experiences
“What is that?” I asked her while pointing to the carton of fruits “Lychee” she said. “How does it taste? I enquired further “It is very sweet” she responded as she picked more into her paper bag. Inside the Mediterranean shop, I quickly picked up a handful and tossed it into my shopping basket. If…
adjusting to life as an immigrant.
“Your children have never seen you naked? How is that possible? I saw the wheels spinning behind Lucy’s eyes as she blinked astoundingly at Soraya. Two worlds were colliding here. “Yes. This is the first time they would share bathroom with me. What business does my children have in my room when each person’s room…
error of commission
“My home is hot right now as my wife has served me an ultimatum”. he cradled his coffee cup and leaned back into his seat We all turned towards him. “Why is that?” Alan one of the coordinators, an elderly man with kind eyes asked. “She insists my friend has to leave” Ovie replied with…
The Mental Toll of Relocation: A Child’s Struggle and Emotional Impact
“My young son shat on himself because someone was in the toilet and he could no longer hold it in” I quipped in a low voice laced with pain as I recalled that incident. I saw curious surprise on some of the faces in the room. It was a session where the topic was how…