Daughter: “Dad, I’m leaving. Bye now.”
Me: “Where are you going?”
Daughter: “Home. Have you forgotten?”
Me: “Forgotten what?”
Daughter: “Oh, dear. I’m a married woman now. I’m going home to join my husband.”
Me: Sigh
Just before it got too cold.
I went hanging out with my beautiful model.
And now it’s just too cold.
It’s now freezing, freezing, even in Austin
Yesterday at age 79,
Tony Allen, joined the ancestors.
Allen, born in Ghana,
was Fela’s lead drummer and bandleader
for many many years.
But the drummer is typically positioned
at the background of the stage,
and you hardly ever see them.
The singer is always in front.
It was in 1980, in Nigeria, when this police encounter occurred.
I will start by swearing
in the name of Ogun
that this event, strange
as it sounds, actually happened
in the middle of the night.
They say when you want an African to tell the truth, make the African swear to an indigenous divinity—not to the Bible or the Quran. Those two books are just books. The real book that they believe and consider real is not written. It is oral, and tied to the indigenous divinities.
Disappointments can be a blessing.
If Nigeria had not disappointed me, I would not be in Ghana now.
But because the political situation in Nigeria has dampened my spirit with the killing of thousands of people, the daily abduction of ordinary citizens, the lawlessness and lack of judicial repercussion for those who plunder the coffer of the country, I have started shifting my gaze away from Nigeria, and started looking at other African countries for a place to vacation, invest and create.
Eight of my paintings will be shown at an art exhibition opening tomorrow Saturday, November 9, in Nairobi, Kenya.
These paintings I am showing in the exhibition are open—meaning that the paintings have no figures that can be identified as a person, place, object, tree, water or anything else that one could recognize and name. The paintings do not attempt to tell any story, nor do they illustrate any scene. The paintings are open to absorb whatever story the viewers may bring them, and they also assist in opening up the viewers’ minds to excavate memories and ideas that are in the subconscious of the viewers.
‘I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now remove your corona masks and kiss.”
It must be so hard to be a dater now, with your libido on fire.
How are these young folks expected to cope now, in the era of corona?
Or are we now all reduced to just online dating, exchanging emojis and gifs?