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

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 love languages and feeling unloved

Friday 02:26am Sitting up in bed. Listening to the Hausa song #Rahama by Kaestrings This song – one of my 2024 discoveries – has been playing in my head for days on end. Maybe because I have been immersed in studying the Biblical stories of 1. Blind Bartimaeus 2. Dorothy [my name for the faceless […]

Africans, stop forwarding this expired message!

Sometime in 2023 after I mentioned Online that I was walking the road of Cancer, someone forwarded this WhatsApp message to me. They said nothing else. I did not need it but I had someone in Nigeria then who did. Figuring it would come in handy I thought of her immediately. Verifying Accuracy However, since […]