Posts Tagged: stark realities

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

In Between The Ocean and the Lagoon


IN BETWEEN THE OCEAN AND THE LAGOON A slither of land the opening of ones hand The direct result of thinking outside the perceived leads to the triumphs we can leaf for our seeds The bounty lies in between the

In Between The Ocean and the Lagoon


IN BETWEEN THE OCEAN AND THE LAGOON A slither of land the opening of ones hand The direct result of thinking outside the perceived leads to the triumphs we can leaf for our seeds The bounty lies in between the

Huddled in Hope


Knowing our life is but a journey

we carve out niches for our own stories

Till night comes and our heads bump

as we huddle closer for warmth

We dream of better future days

Huddled in Hope


Knowing our life is but a journey

we carve out niches for our own stories

Till night comes and our heads bump

as we huddle closer for warmth

We dream of better future days

Hibernations Shadow

Hibernations Shadow


Every year the trees on my street get pruned to allow them to grow during the spring and summer seasons, I particularly like the majestic way trees grow. I captured this shot to give a sense of eerie peace (an

Hibernations Shadow

Hibernations Shadow


Every year the trees on my street get pruned to allow them to grow during the spring and summer seasons, I particularly like the majestic way trees grow. I captured this shot to give a sense of eerie peace (an