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My phone rang and I didn’t want to pick it up.I was tired from working all…
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Stage One
Stage One
I have divided the canvas into 256 rectangles.
Next stage? To insert the alphabets of Ifa in each of the rectangles.
FEAST: ÀSE and ÈSÈ
As she greeted Iya Oyo by kneeling down on both knees, the young woman looked worried…
YOU CAN FLY
YES YOU CAN FLY
Butterflies and birds have no airports
Yet they take off and fly with
no navigation maps.
Fireflies rise and glide around
without pilot gears
The Serpent and the Flame
The Serpent and the Flame Èèmọ̀ (Trouble) was standing in front of the one-bedroom apartment in…
WHO IS GUILTY?
WHO IS GUILTY?
Iya Oyo was smiling. That was frightening. I knew I was in great trouble.
Iya Oyo never smiled. When she looked like she was smiling, trouble was brewing, and the only one that trouble could brew for that quiet evening was me.
The only way I knew she was smiling was because I turned and looked at her as she tapped her pipe on the arms of the seat on which she reclined with my grandfather, who was still quietly smoking his pipe.