Àkòdì Òrìṣà
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It’s good.
It’s good.
Nature is healing.
Life is in becoming.
Time is resetting
The rhythm of time
The Butterfly Thinks Himself A Bird
Moyo Okediji
Title: The Butterfly Thinks Himself A Bird
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Date 2021
Size: 24″ x 30″
The title is an important line in playwright Ola Rotimi’s masterpiece, THE GODS ARE NOT TO BLAME.
Rotimi took the line from a Yoruba proverb, “Labalábá fira rẹ̀ wẹ́ye, kò le ṣìṣe ẹyẹ.” ̛It means, “The butterfly compares itself to the bird, but is unable to perform like a bird.”
Past, Present and Future: Taye, Kehinde and Idowu
2020 has been an eventful year.
We will not itemize the list of the horrors of the year.
Can we, instead, highlight the blessings?
Rather than explore the sadness of the year, can we paint images that are sweet?
Can we find the joy hidden behind the sorrow?
Can we squeeze order out of the chaos?
The Heavy Secret
The Heavy Secret
Sometimes some secrets
are just too heavy to carry.
When you load people
with a secret they cannot carry
they will drop it
and it will break
Trees
Trees are my favorite lovers.
They are always there for you.
People walk away.
Trees are marvelous spirits.
You can talk to the spirits in the tree.
A wonderful gift
Afolabi Damilare’s portrait of Moyo Okediji.
Thanks for this wonderful gift, Afolabi
