ARTIST. GRIOT. ACTIVIST

I have been battling with sleepless nights, my heart hurting for a variety of reasons. Every day seems to bring with it, one more feather to this hat of sorrows. The senseless killings. My psyche failing to understand what can damage a soul so badly that you can be brutal towards another without remorse? And…

An angel with a cloven hoof played a tune with a mouth harp, that sent me waltzing across the floor, stumbling about in search of a crutch. The infantile idealism of youth talked in a wobbly, loose-jointed manner. But I should have known that nothing is safe to him who nothing is sacred. Behind that…

People waiting for their time to change, will rise up to things terrible and strange. The beast in every man shocks and shames, and men hide behind masks, hoping to escape blame. Life displays its wits in senseless practical jokes, and every furrow must be plowed under the burden of yokes, and till the thunder…

Old habits die hard they say. Sometimes it takes a real rattling of the soul and the rumbling through one’s core to uproot and disperse of familiar patterns. And there is such deep comfort in the familiar, even if the familiar is that poisonous continuum that rots your being. It’s somewhat a case of the…

I have felt for the longest time, that Life has failed me. True. This is because I have been living a borrowed life. I never could achieve and maintain the inner harmony necessary for functioning properly because I lacked the wisdom and, particularly, the courage to abandon the lie others had fashioned for me, for…

My daughter calls me Sir, or Boss or Bru. I sincerely cannot remember the last time she referred to me directly as Mama (that was what she called me till the age of 7 when she started calling me Sir and never stopped). She also had started wishing me happy Father’s Day since we got…

I have not written in a long time. I have not stopped writing, I only stopped blogging it. However, the past couple of years have been very eventful for me. I moved house, severed ties with people that needed to go – Think people whose friendship turned out to be toxic, givers that (video) recorded…

When I decided to remarry, I was in a different place in my life; a widow with an elementary school age child. I didn’t know what the protocol for such things were. But I figured that I owed it to the kid to let her in on what the new dynamics would mean. For a…

I have battled with depression for as long as I can remember and in the same light, I have faced mortality for as long. When I was about 5 years old, my favourite cousin Eunice died. She was my age although I don’t recall who was the older, or what she died of; I never…