I cry in Yoruba, but I pray in the name of the Universe

I cry in Yoruba, the language of my ancestors, the language that carries the weight of my history and the stories of my people. I cry for the struggles and the pain that we have endured, for the injustices and the hardships that have been inflicted upon us. I cry for the loss and the longing, for the dreams that have been shattered and the hopes that have been dashed. But when I pray, I do so in the name of the Universe. I call upon the energy and the power that flows through all living things, the force that … Continue reading I cry in Yoruba, but I pray in the name of the Universe

Life

Life is a symphony of cycles, a dance of symbols that speak to the depths of our being. It is a truth that whispers to us through the changing tides and the shifting seasons, revealing itself only to those with eyes to see and hearts to understand. Like the clouds that obscure the rising sun, our thoughts can often shroud the fire of our souls, casting shadows on the light within. But just as the sun eventually breaks through the clouds, so too can our true selves emerge from the darkness, shining brightly for all to see. In the ebb … Continue reading Life

Rain washing me away

There’s a spark beginning to burn, a flame flickering to life in the depths of my soul. It ignites feelings in my heart, a warmth that spreads and envelops me in its comforting embrace. It rushes through me like claps of thunder, echoing in the chambers of my being, shaking me to my very core. I can feel the rain as it falls, a gentle patter at first, then turning into a torrent, a deluge of emotions washing over me. It cleanses me, washing away my grief, my pain, my sorrow. It purifies my spirit, leaving behind a clean slate, … Continue reading Rain washing me away

Made of sugar

In a world made of sugars, she longed for the taste of other poisons, believing that this oath would lead her to find happiness, a way to escape. Her desire was to evoke the most delicate blue in her eyes, to rediscover innocence in the smartest way, with no time for want. She immersed herself in a single word, one that could encompass all letters and sounds, to fill the void that demanded tears, yearning, and hope. This word, a universe in itself, held the power to explain everything that eluded her, encompassing her entirely. She crafted worlds, seeking other … Continue reading Made of sugar

You see, I have this habit of turning people into poetry before they touch me

You see, I have this habit of turning people into poetry before they touch me. I weave their words and actions into stanzas and verses, creating a masterpiece of their essence and soul. Before they even speak, I can feel the rhythm of their being, the cadence of their existence. Every glance, every gesture, every breath becomes a line in the symphony of their presence. I find beauty in the way they move, the way they speak, the way they exist in this world. And so, I paint them with my words, capturing the essence of their being in the … Continue reading You see, I have this habit of turning people into poetry before they touch me

Throw it all away, strip yourself naked!

Throw away the opinions that cloud your vision, the likes and dislikes that divide your heart. Embrace the before-thinking mind, the pure essence of your being that knows no judgment, no bias. In this state of mind, we are all the same. Your before-thinking mind, my before-thinking mind, they are one and the same. And in this oneness, we find our true substance, the essence of our being that connects us to the universe. The tree, the mountain, the cloud, and you – we are all one. In the before-thinking mind, there are no words to separate us, no concepts … Continue reading Throw it all away, strip yourself naked!

Prayer of love

I am the verse that holds your name, a sacred melody that paints the sunset with our colors. I confess the pain of longing, the hope that heals, and the love that transcends imperfections. In the future-more-than-perfect, we walk hand in hand, shaping our dreams. To love is to change the very home of our souls, to live in each other’s embrace. Love is the prayer on our lips, the laughter in our souls, and the breath that respects each pause and hesitation. I carry your burdens on my shoulders, finding solace in the refuge of your skin. I want … Continue reading Prayer of love

Strong spirits …

When the storm breaks, it is a symphony of chaos and fear. Each man, like a wild creature, reacts in accordance with his own nature. Some are paralyzed by the thunderous roar, their hearts pounding like drums in their chests. They are numb with terror, unable to move or think, gripped by the primal instinct to survive. Others flee, their feet pounding against the earth as they seek shelter from the savage fury of the storm. They run as if their very lives depend on it, desperate to escape the wrath of nature unleashed. Some hide, seeking refuge in the … Continue reading Strong spirits …

Beauty

Your dark skin is a canvas of beauty, a rich and deep hue that tells a story of strength and resilience. It holds the warmth of the sun’s embrace, a testament to the legacy of your ancestors. Though the world may not always recognize its worth, it is a treasure that shines like a precious gem. Like the mighty African kings and queens of old, your skin is a symbol of power and regality. It is a reminder of the heritage and legacy that runs through your veins. Embrace it, celebrate it, for it is a part of your identity … Continue reading Beauty

Reflections about death …

A death in the family, a stark reminder of the fragility of life, the ticking of time it got me thinking, what if it were my last few days what would really matter to me, what would I hold dear? Is it the relationships, the bonds that tie us together or the peace of mind, the solace of a quiet soul, is it achieving something great, leaving a mark or simply doing something good, spreading love and kindness? Is it living the life I always wanted, free and wild or going after my dreams, chasing them with fervor is it … Continue reading Reflections about death …