There is no fear.
There is no fear except the one we make up.
The fear we harbor is us.
On this planet, there is nothing to lose.
The only thing of substance on earth is vanity.
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There is no fear except the one we make up.
The fear we harbor is us.
On this planet, there is nothing to lose.
The only thing of substance on earth is vanity.
Àkòdì Òrìṣà at sunset, Ile Ife, Nigeria.
This is the location of the Àkòdì Òrìṣà, the home of the ancestral orisa in Yoruba country.
The curator of the Àkòdì Òrìṣà sent me this picture to inform me of the treat that awaits me when I return to Ile Ife. I’ll be there soon. Soon.
Anthonia Nneji has done me again.
I am speechless.
I must write her a poem.
Title: Lyrics of JoyMedium: acrylic on canvasDate: 2018Where art you joythat we all seek youand find you not?Joy is in eating less,and eating carefully, simply.Joy lives in giving more,Title: Lyrics of JoyMedium: acrylic on canvasDate: 2018Where art you joythat we all seek youand find you not?Joy is in eating less,and eating carefully, simply.Joy lives in giving more,
By the way Beware those who promise heaven: They may take your earth and will stealthily…
ÀṢẸ, ASHE, AXE, ACHE
ÀṢẸ in Yoruba
ASHE in North America (United States, Europe, Afro-Caribbean, Canada)
AXE in Brazil.
Cellphone Conversation
(After Wole Soyinka’s “Telephone Conversation”)
My phone rang, I recognized the number
and picked it up.
“Hey, babe,” I said,
“What’s going on?”
She started laughing,
and it seemed she wanted to talk,
but just couldn’t control herself.
I wanted to know
what was so funny. Finally,
she managed to stop laughing.