When the fire dies
When the fire dies
it covers its face with ashes….
Only Olodumare knows the number of strands that got plucked from my beard last weekend.
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We Are All Fishes Angling in a Simmering Lake
Moyo Okediji
Title: We Are All Fishes Angling in a Simmering Lake
Medium: acrylic on canvas
Date: 2021
24″ x 30″
Working it out in the studio.
Working it out in the studio.
Back to the studio.
Back to the studio.
There is no fear.
There is no fear except the one we make up.
The fear we harbor is us.
On this planet, there is nothing to lose.
THE TRUTH
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’.
Have you heard di news?
Have you heard di news?
Dem say PDP don marry APC.
Na Sunny Ade and Eddy Okonta play for their wedding.
Wot a wonderful gofment!
Life is sweet like bread and butter.