The downfall of a man
The downfall of a man is not the end of his wife.
Make una softly-softly for end-of-year parties o.
Town hard o.
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The downfall of a man is not the end of his wife.
Make una softly-softly for end-of-year parties o.
Town hard o.
FISHES OR CRABS
ẸJA M BÁKÀN?
Artist: Moyo Okediji
Title: Fishes or Crabs? (Ẹja m Bákàn?)
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Date: 2018
ỌDÚN (Year)
Artist: Moyo Okediji
Title: ỌDÚN (Year)
Medium: silicon on canvas
Size: 96″ x 36″
ỌDÚN is a Time Traveler.
YORUBA DISINFORMATION IS MUNGO PARK
This morning, a friend of mine who is a professor at a university here in Texas woke me up with, “Hey Moyo, what is the meaning of Yoruba?”
This professor called me on WhatsApp video.
Disinformation is as old as the human tongue.
Let me take that back.
Disinformation predates the human tongue.
Disinformation started with the body language of making signs.
When you smile, when you really are plotting to hit a fellow, that is disinformation.
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?”
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.
Anthonia Nneji has done me again.
I am speechless.
I must write her a poem.