The creative process
The creative process can be quite fun, walahi.
You give it what it takes.
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One Her Independence Day
One Her Independence Day
I sent her
a flower vase
spun of orphic hair
with strands of gold,
each line gilded
with a ray of solar tint,
tightly woven into a dreamy jar
with slender pythonic fingers,
and detailed with combed titanic glints
boasting ornamental strings of rubies:
THE WORK IS DONE.
Done.
256 codes of Ifa completed.
I believe I do fly.
We all fly.
High above the clouds of limitations, we soar.
Senior Citizenship
Officially, I become a senior citizen today.
I turned 65.
From what my daughter said–and she was giving me professional information as a licensed social worker–I have become an ẹ̀rùjẹ̀jẹ̀ in the eye of the law in the US.
I’m like a baby now.
Can you imagine hurting a baby!
Haven’t seen my homeland…
Haven’t seen my homeland since August 2019.
I miss the colorful attires on the streets.
I want to listen to the people speak their various languages.
To drink palm wine.
THE TRUTH
You shall know the truth, and the truth will set you free.
The rubber is beginning to bite the tarmac.
‘Ògidi ọmọ Yorùbá ni mí, mò fẹ́ràn èdè àti àṣà Yorùbá púpọ̀’.
DAILY DEVOTION: ÌWÚRE
Gbogbo igi kọ́ lejò ń gùn (Not all trees can be scaled by the snake)
Gbogbo omi kọ́ lẹdun ń mu (The colobus monkey doesn’t drink all types of water)
Àyàfi wèrè, àyàfi dìgbòlugi (Only the insane, only the raving lunatic)