Osun-Osogbo Sacred Grove
If I could, I’d walk up to heaven.
I wish I had a photograph of myself and my mother where I was a child. I wish I had a photograph of myself and my mother where I was a child dressed in the same ankara, smiling into my mother’s eyes.
My tongue speaks your language the way it was taught to her
He was tall in life but in death, he looked taller. He looked peaceful. You notice for the first time how long his eyelashes were.
Cocoa tree planted the same time maize was planted will not produce a single pod for another five years. Those you started with might have a shorter journey, let them run their course.
don’t tell him that his strokes feel like jelly
The defiance of the gods lays within you