…But We Hungry
Title: …But We Hungry
Acrylic on canvas
2021
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Title: …But We Hungry
Acrylic on canvas
2021
Life Begins At 65
I’m only just 64, but life begins at 65
I thank all my friends who sent me birthday wishes yesterday.
I can’t wait for the party to start when, finally, I get born one year from today.
But, it’s alright. Some people are only in their thirties, forties, fifties and early sixties. They have to wait a while to get born and start rocking.
At 65, you’ve done it all. Life has thrown all it has at you, and you have stood your ground. You can easily say, “Ẹran kí la ò jẹ rí? What edible flesh am I yet to chew?”
Wèrèpè má so mọ́.
Devil bean weed, stop producing seeds,
Èyí tó o so lésǐn,
The seeds you produced last season
Baba ẹnìkan ò ka.
The fellow hiding in this picture is easy to find, right
O: THE ORIGIN OF LIFE
To pronounce this sound,
turn your lips into a circle.
Then push the air
through your lips,
gently,
then forcefully.
The sound comes out in a continuous flow
until you are out of breath:
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
That is the sound
We are erupting, we are the ones born to fly to open wide the feathers of our wingsand like a kite without a careto soar far above the fence
Writing at the coffee shop.
Don’t wait for euphoria before you write, paint, play.
Euphoria lives only in your heart
Your heart gets broken and hurts
But it can handle it