Posts Tagged: Musing

Under the Dark skies… Joy?


​Palpable tension oozing through denial  Betrayal borne out of misinterpretation  Pregnant pauses and temporal shifts  Transference of difference  Truth owned by fawnings of yearning… Pains providence stark in varied emotions Oxymoronic concoctions, veiled accounts of our stories The expressions of

Under the Dark skies… Joy?


​Palpable tension oozing through denial  Betrayal borne out of misinterpretation  Pregnant pauses and temporal shifts  Transference of difference  Truth owned by fawnings of yearning… Pains providence stark in varied emotions Oxymoronic concoctions, veiled accounts of our stories The expressions of

Questions of Love


Why is it you don’t just speak of what’s on your mind?, Can’t you see the further we drift the greater the rift creates a bigger divide… What is it you see or have as expectations of me?, where we

Questions of Love


Why is it you don’t just speak of what’s on your mind?, Can’t you see the further we drift the greater the rift creates a bigger divide… What is it you see or have as expectations of me?, where we

Loves lobes


Speak to me of love that hasn’t been steeped in mumpsimus, a love that dwells constantly in the narrative of evolution…  Speak to me as though i were a stranger that gives you uncomfortable ease… Show me the delectable demure

Loves lobes


Speak to me of love that hasn’t been steeped in mumpsimus, a love that dwells constantly in the narrative of evolution…  Speak to me as though i were a stranger that gives you uncomfortable ease… Show me the delectable demure

A cold snap shift…


  I was on my way back from a pre contract meeting when I see a missed call from my Niece Fara and then a call comes in from my eldest sister Yetunde my heart skips a beat because her and I aren’t

A cold snap shift…


  I was on my way back from a pre contract meeting when I see a missed call from my Niece Fara and then a call comes in from my eldest sister Yetunde my heart skips a beat because her and I aren’t

Some May Say… A barren plight… Some would say.


A being barren is only the speacious speculation of a woman’s liberation, some would say….

Some May Say… A barren plight… Some would say.


A being barren is only the speacious speculation of a woman’s liberation, some would say….

Confinement of Carbon Dioxide


Even the ease of growing seems to be curtailed with restriction

Confinement of Carbon Dioxide


Even the ease of growing seems to be curtailed with restriction