may your road be rough
Baltimore- Nina Simone Every morning at 6:30am, my mom would wake us up. It was her dream for us to start the day with a family prayer time. My Dad was more relaxed about it, but for my mom, it was important. We’d sing the same praise songs, take turns saying a short prayer, and…
Even in seasons of changes.
Man of the Year- Seyi Vibez A few days ago, my cousin, Jessica had some friends over to see us at the university. While we cracked jokes with them and attempted to cajole them into getting us dinner, one of them looked at us and said, “but you just resumed, food plenty for house” and…
all i do now is listen to music and make things up.
Asake’s Mogbe It’s quite amusing how this song has been out for the longest time but has only now opened its profound meaning before my eyes. Asake, in his artistry, paints a canvas of authentic love, or perhaps, how he envisions it to be. He extols the virtues of embracing a fresh love, free from…
‘omo aye o kin je oju aye’
Growing up, there was one thing all my extended family members and friends would tell you about my mother. My mom was one of the youngest, most intelligent strict lecturers with honors in pharmacy. All of these achievements stood nowhere close to how much pepper she always put in food. I grew up believing that…
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