I always had a thing for numbers so mathematics was sort of fun for me...then I got into uni and instead of numbers with a sprinkling of alphabets / symbols, it became alphabets / symbols with a sprinkling of numbers. Right after Calculus II, my math courses grades started to take an interesting trajectory. I'd … Continue reading If it looks like a duck, and walks like a duck…

A few answers that probably come to mind are 'school / college / whatchumacalit those four walls in which tutoring is administered / on the streets / self-taught'. Lately I've been wondering how exactly I've been able to speak my tribal language. I don't remember being sat in a class to be taught how to … Continue reading Where did you learn what you know?

...and that's okay...BUT some of us are more than happy to be Alfie - Alfred Pennyworth. Can that be okay too? I've always been more fascinated by Alfred more than Batman; seemingly in the shadows, but we all know that Batman can't function properly without him. The inspiration to finally get around to writing this … Continue reading Some people want to be Batman…

I put plasters over wounds that required deep cleaning and stitches. Why, you ask? It was all I had, all I could do, so I could keep moving beyond the pain. But the wounds are there, healed on the surface, but manifesting as a constant simmer of anger just below. I'm hurt, let me show … Continue reading

This tree, solid and deeply rooted. This tree, dependable; present through the seasons. This tree, bearing fruits with which hungry stomachs are comforted. This tree, providing the comfort of shade from the heat of the sun. This tree, providing the comfort of home for the nesting birds. This tree, who looks after you? From where … Continue reading Not sure what to call this…

To say that I love music will be an understatement, or maybe inaccurate. Sure, I'm happy to have music playing as a background to my existence, but I am not technically knowledgeable about any kind of music, there are genres of music I haven't even explored yet and I don't spend my time collecting music...I … Continue reading A Visual…This Ain’t No Fairytale

This skin of mine didn't always fit. Perhaps it did at some point, but things happened...verbal and physical experiences that displaced me from my core. Erased who I knew I was; made me numb. So I tried many things, tried to be many things, but there was always a gap. So I ran from myself. … Continue reading Befitting (work in progress)

Sunday afternoon in Lagos, and I was out with my mum and older brother. We were at an intersection, about turning into the main street, when the driver of the car on the opposite side of the road made an illegal turn just to get to where he was going quicker (as a sharp guy). … Continue reading Which is it that gets to you? The thing, or that it is being done to you?

Like water, I feel my personality move fluidly. One moment, giving so much, and in another, holding back, receeding; I don't think I'm appreciated here. Sometimes I'm calm, steady...once in a while, my emotions take over and there is a raging storm inside of me. Conflicting thoughts, emotions, colliding, crashing, but just like the waves, … Continue reading My personality, like water

The other day at work, I was getting some prints from the machine, and then it happened. A bloody paper cut. ON! MY!! FINGER!!! Stinging, making my eyes water, barely visible to the eye, but yet causing me to bleed faster than I could say "ouch"...I work in a construction site and the first thought … Continue reading Perspective