Those who love you
often don’t let you know;
you may discover their love
in their whispers, looks or gestures.
that shout hostility at you loud and clear.
When you feel like the entire world
is against you
and life is cruel,
hard, and so unbearable,
it is not true
that nobody loves you:
Those who love you
usually never use more than whispers
but those who hate you
hate themselves even more.
When the fire dies it covers its face with ashes…. Only Olodumare knows the number of…
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?”
There is an ancient Yoruba poem about Àró, the alien.
Listen, the translation is below the Yoruba original.
Mo gbinlá mi sóko
Mo gbinkàn mi sóko
Ewúrẹ́ Àró fi jẹ;
Àgùtàn Àró fi jẹ
Èmi ò mọ ohun Àró ní mo ṣe.
I planted okra on my farmland
I am installing huge paintings by Adetola Wewe inside my gallery in Austin Texas.
Adetola Wewe is the first resident fellow of the University of African Art, Austin, Texas Campus.
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’.
By the way Beware those who promise heaven: They may take your earth and will stealthily…