Who owns your body?
Who owns your body?
Would you be shocked to learn
you don’t own your body?
Ten things, I hate to tell you,
claim ownership of your body
The first owner of your body
is your name.
Who owns your body?
Would you be shocked to learn
you don’t own your body?
Ten things, I hate to tell you,
claim ownership of your body
The first owner of your body
is your name.
My Teacher Taught Me Nonsense
“In June 1796, Mungo Park discovered River Niger,”
our teacher tutored us,
“Diogo Câo discovered the mouth of River Congo, 1482
David Livingstone discovered Zambezi River 1851
And later discovered Victoria Falls, 1855
Richard Burton discovered Lake Tangayika….”
Ilé Ọ̀rìsà!!!
That’s what an admirer called the Òyẹ̀kú Méjì suite at the Àkòdì Òrìṣà.
She used the Ile Ife dialect, Ilé Ọ̀rìsà. It is different from the Oyo dialect of Ilé Òrìṣà.
But it is absolutely appropriate that it is called Ilé Ọ̀rìsà, because it is located in Ile Ife.
No honey is as delicious as those from the African killer bees.
The kinds of honey from the African killer bees are to die for.
They are, precisely, worthy of dying for.
If you are a honey connoisseur, once you taste the African killer bee honey, your palate will store the memory forever, and there is no going back.
I went to the Odo Ogbe market, Ile Ife.
The market women went, “Oyinbo, come give us a hug.”
This world is beautiful.
All my friends, please watch this. Very important message:
“Oloriburuku! Were! Olosi! Alakori!” Road rage yelling coming from all angles.
I am covered in sweat as I sit patiently behind the wheel.
The AC of my truck has broken down. And the automatic window winder is not working. But my sweat glands are working.
How easy it is to degenerate into a beast when you enter the jungle!
Yesterday I vowed to myself:
1. I will always calm down.
2. Though the okada bike riders are driving me crazy, and all the drivers are treating me like the road belongs to them only, I will refrain from calling anybody names like, “Were (lunatic), olori buruku ( crazy heads); eranko (beasts), etc.”
Could the Christians in southern Nigeria please help us in reducing the environmental noise pollution level in the region?
It is impossible to do any serious intellectual work as Christians yell and scream on their megaphones and public address systems from their churches every hour of the day.
In Gambia now.
This is what I saw.
What do you see?
I’m on sabbatical leave this spring semester.
Forward to my origin
I will go for the next year
to learn Ifa computation,
in which my ancestors
have hidden the secrets of life
knowing that one day my eyes would open
and see the truth hidden in plain sight.
Law of diminishing returns