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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Working it out in the studio.
Working it out in the studio.
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!
SWEET ORANGES
My phone rang.
“Àlàó?” I said after picking it up.
“Hello, prof,” said the sweet voice on the other side.
It is definitely a woman, I decided. But I don’t know the number. I shouldn’t have picked up the call. But it was too late.
So, I kept quiet.
TO MY GRANDDAUGHTER ON GRANDPAS DAY
TO MY GRANDDAUGHTER ON GRANDPAS DAY
I landed a fish last summer.
It begged me to catch and release.
I said I was hungry
It said better to hunger than kill
“We are all fishes”, it reminded me,
“angling in a lake of love.”
I saw the same fish this summer
This is very easy.
This is very easy.
Even a baby knows what’s in here
DAYS OF YORE
Those days when I was much younger, I explored photography.Here are some shots of Jummai, then a great model from Northern Nigeria, now a rising woman activist and politician.
