Dear friends, Forgive me, I arrived at UC Berkeley from Frankfurt yesterday after sitting on a plane for 13 hours. Timezones changed. Unpacking, registrations, and preparing for classes took their toll on me. As part of my apology I’ll upload a song I’m fond of. Well, I’m energized, I’m empowered and I’m loved. You know, […]
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Faces I am worried that my village would be a changed place when I return. It’s been a while since I left and I wonder what changed. I daydreamed on the bus as it sped down the hill. Palm trees crawled past, I lost count. The clouds seem to change with each turn but the […]
Go where the wind goes, where sunset is gold, where hills, rise and fall and discover the world.
when night decides to play a song it will be a throbbing lullaby on the roof, flying insects buzzing by the window tally to this exhilarating night sound, and howling from the wind, so deep resound, whereas the night is young
Love knows no colour or creed or nation. It’s a torch that if harnessed properly can heal and overcome anything.
Tree roots are favorite chairs, the velvety mushrooms cushions, My thoughts drown in the music of nature, the sheep and birds
Papa said I had to be vital to attend the following Tales by Moonlight night. He also promised I could play and hunt with other children if I got well fast. So I took my medication and exercised seriously. The moonlight night tales occur once in a fortnight; sometimes, they may be delayed, especially during […]
Hi Friends, I just created my Patreon profile and would appreciate any support you can render to keep this blog going. I’ve included a little note on why I seek help on the ‘About Patreon Page.’ I also noticed that supporters’ info would be made available to the receiver and as such, I’ll have the […]
The Talking Drum is peculiar to the Yoruba people of West Africa. Musical Africa You will agree with me that Africa is a musical continent. It’s full of sounds and songs. Every tribe and nation has a peculiar musical identity. As dressing and languages differ so do musical instruments. I will like to share a […]
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Parenting
Power in words This is a touching story. When I read it I felt very bad. It’s not imagined. In South Africa, an 11 year old child committed suicide on his mother’s birthday as a birthday gift to his mother. He left a letter saying, “On today’s special day, I want you to be the […]
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Time
Make hay while it shines This talent of mine… This is one talent I find solace in. It’s an avenue to paint my heart on ink, to play with the soul of nature and record lovely and beautiful memories. In my mind I create a happy and peaceful world; where I live in fine images […]
Fall seven times and stand up eight. –Japanese Proverb
You remind me of home, far away, Fine memories I cherish each day
When I reached home that evening, it seemed like the whole world was turned upside down. I felt my head swell as the bee stings and sharp roots hurt my foot. By the side of my bamboo bed Nene and her dog sat, staring at me. She held my hand and squeezed softly. I saw […]
Africa is scarred by pangs of unemployment. Things drift from bad to worse. Things like good education, health care, clean water and equal opportunity, seem to run from our grasp. These things may have fallen apart. What is the remedy to fix this trend? While African universities produce more graduates, the economy won’t be able […]
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Gods masterpiece, my inspiration
The clouds sing of Your Glory mighty One The wind surf the mild waters of the ocean Nature is just one of Your Great masterpiece The Earth is Your masterpiece She spins up the space like a speck of dust Which fall with the others when it is time The snow melts down into the […]
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African desire
My land is green Africa, my Africa Together we win, My humble desire Your arms are long like the bamboo weed The smoothness of the riverside air sooth it The hornet, the weavers all spread your seed And with joy, we come to you to inherit Your moments are fun, beautiful, we are […]
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The African mist
1. The mists still settle upon the hamlet The hills, the vales and the green forests All is treacherously hidden in it One must tread very carefully, lest You step on a stray scorpion or serpent Or fall into a ditch or a fast flowing rivulet The morning took the place of the night And […]
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Farewell
Farewell to thee city It is time I move I long to stay But something else calls I wish to play But if I do, what shall I gain? The clouds are grey All is solemn But despair not I shall continue to write To paint colors To draw smiles on faces To tell tales […]
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