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Gbolade Omidiran

His paintings adorn the walls of art collectors and galleries all over the world. His work is admired by statesmen and enthusiasts far and wide. On a perfect  day in August, I found myself  in the company of Gbolade Omidiran- artist of great talent and extraordinary success. (more…)

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Symphony of Real Lives

Symphony of Real Lives

It feels far away but the strains are close enough for me to make out the shrill voice of the female soprano and the strident choir.  Sunday. It all feels rather melancholic in an almost over familiar kind of way. Perhaps the shrillness is a deliberate part of the Sunday serenade, determined to get me up-there is no rest for the wicked they say.

The sounds are all around me,  seemingly coexisting…

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Shades of Pain

There was the other kind of pain. 

The one that nobody could see, no telltale trail of red where the gash screamed in copious relief. No darkened  scabs  easily soothed and softened  by  careful rubs  fortified with  creams . No.

This pain lay siege. It waited in his veins for his mind to be clear again, a stealthy shadow lurking on the fringes of  his  dreams. Kabir  readied himself as the fear…

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Love Is All There Is

Love Is All There Is

If the message was to teach love

I would like you to know that love

is all there is.

In those moments when anger grows

and enthusiasm turns to mould

my senses in a groove

I call happy stones to stir and move.

If the message was to grow thoughts

as strong as the desert sun

I would like you to know

my actions have become measured feats

as love trickles into waiting fields.

Like a glorious song I…

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BONN: Na Fela talk Am First

BONN: Na Fela talk Am First

“Beasts of No Nation, egbe kegbe  na bad society, beast of no nation oturu gbeke…..”

  For some reason I had heard nothing about this Netflix event that everyone had apparently been waiting on; the film  premiere of ” Beast of No Nation” directed by Cary Joji Fukunaga.

Naturally, my face flushed with expectation the minute I read the title: Beasts Of No Nation (BONN).I felt that familiar warmth…

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The Meeting I walked into the room and my heart lost its nerve. Slowly at first, moving in steady, heady rips…

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My Siamese Soul

There is always at least two of me at home. At least two.

The one with eager, minty feet wonderfully bright a fiery ball of “high fives” flinging through doors laughing aloud with mighty souls in chill mode lost in own my depths of sweetness I become the song. Then there is the other. Me. Who sits and stares at the twisted roots who mutters and moans in doubtful tones carried away by the whispers…

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An Ode to School Days- Ile Ife 

Adorned in our Monday best we were set loose,

 blue uniforms, finely faded

elegantly starched, pressed and embroidered

with saintly white stars.

Like the school girls we were

voices rang shrill almost in sync 

our feet caught in the animated rapture of uncertainty 

and a morning which stretched for eternity.  As we waved past the multitude of rickety stalls the land came alive,

ready to feed and…

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Never Home Alone

There is always at least two of me  at home.

At least two.  

  The one with twisted roots,

freely flung into the drift of uncertain winds,

who sits and stares and mutters and moans

in doubtful tones,

sheltered only by this canopy which stretches the earth and the sky.

  Then there is the other. Me.  

  With eager, minty feet

running through my open doors

paths widen wonderfully with  all of me in…

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Stuck In Your Version of Us

Stuck In Your Version of Us

I found you  where you left yourself,  a tired man; greying and fraying with the anxiety of upside down dreams. I found you  where you chose to stay an angry man; growling and prowling bristling with a century of  broken-down days.  I listen and lean  as you deform the lines, merrily make up your version of us. Sitting in these shadows of tired tales, seamlessly you weave your truth; of…

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Nigeria We Hail Thee

    On the 28th of March 2015,  Twitter became the cauldron of all things relevant and irrelevant, the melting pot for anyone and everyone caught in the  Nigeria Decides  mantra. It was a hodgepodge of fascinating characters waiting for one of the most important elections in Nigeria’s political history.

 We were all thrown together: the keen observers with unspoken agendas;  the solemnly…

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Love is Here 

If the message is to teach love, I would like  you to know that all there is now is love. In those  simmering moments when the fire  of anger grows, in those weary wakes when enthusiasm turns to mold, my rallying senses are seized in a groove, gentle and warm, the hassle done just a steady buzzle of a hum. If the message is to grow thoughts positive and strong, like a glorious song I am found.…

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Hope in a Bottle

Hope in a Bottle

  With scrubs and rubs and minty mud we preen, we cream we peel and knead.

We layer and lather with creams and potions determined I think, to soften the motions of time.

Remembering the mantra , “hope in a bottle”, our eyes are clouded with serums and scented valves, pursuing we are this mirage of our mirrored selves.

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Memories

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    These morsels which line my memory sit almost unobserved in the  muscled grooves of every step, of every waking day.

Just so, the stir and shake, tremble like embroidered leaves caught for eternity in the rush of a mellowing evening breeze. Merging with my pulse seemlessly, these morsels walk with me up the padded steps into the brightness of today.

Soft and tender in funny ways they tell…

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The Religion of Compassion

The Religion of Compassion

The Religion of Compassion.

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The Religion of Compassion

The Religion of Compassion

  As another year draws to an end, we buy presents, hook up with loved ones, feast on food and drink in lavish proportions and ultimately find ways to express the relief and gratitude of making it thus far.

However,that emotion becomes hyper-stimulated for me when I realise that for so many, in so many corners of the world, there is no relief from violence, no relief from threats, no relief from…

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Beloved

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  I come to you with my karmic pain

bunched and bundled in tight little rolls

let it be said when this story be told

at least I burdened what’s left of me.

  The noise in my head, the pulses I feel

come to me in quick pressing droves

I need you now like the air that I breathe

and the air is you that is left in me.

  Do not be afraid of this manic phase

this place that tears and brings up rage

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