Once there was a maven wrangler of words Who went to the haven named for Bradley Jab date with the potion done Not too late but right on time Hope engravened for the future to come We storytellers are time travellers. In the present, we plot and write, telling ourselves to suspend disbelief as we
OUR MOTHER’S STORY We celebrate with heavy hearts, but with total submission to God’s unchallengeable will, the life and times of our dear mother, Mrs. Catherine Bamidele Alonge, who went to be with her Lord Jesus Christ on November 14, 2019. Mummy was born in Usi Ekiti, Ekiti State, on February 22, 1949, to Pa
My last blog post was on January 5, 2020. My world has changed in many ways since then. Later that month, I travelled back to Nigeria to bury my dear mama. During the first week of February, I went back to work after being off for three months. Mid-March, our agency closed, and I have
Just like that, the holidays are over. Life for me goes back to semi-normal on Monday. I’m already missing my Thing One. Over the holidays, I had the pleasure of meeting North American Adun. She’s quite petite in comparison to her Nigerian egbon. That’s the Yoruba word for an older sibling/person. 2020 is shaping up
“No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.” ― Haruki Murakami According to my father, he took this picture at the party held to celebrate my arrival into this world. At the time,