Sepulchre flipping memories for heads or tails. it starts from a letter until it’s a letter. I was the latter until I am the latter. this note is the way to know I note the grey areas to omit till we turn grey. you are another song. a remix. a refix. take more for yourself. […]

All the bad things I have a written list Of all the bad ideas Half of which I accidentally ticked With my eyes somewhat open First I blamed my feet Then my hands, my mouth My thoughts are the most guilty I am the mother of unholy thoughts Thriving on the same plain with the […]

‘21 | Gratitude | ‘22 everything that I wanted, I got in two folds and more, I was God’s favorite son, I was the earth’s most-loved, to friends, I was a gift, to torn hopes, I gave a lift, I was my motivation to fail, I was my fear not to succeed. ‘gratitude to those […]

there’s a story behind the colours that many don’t bother to read, know, as long as we take happy pictures and unwrap gifts at the root of the leafy tree. the year may have been the best, or the better, or the worst for some. there’s hope that the last 7 days of each year […]

if you’ll come with a box this time, don’t bring what no one asked for, these days, your gifts are just like the beard you wear yearly – fake. maybe come with an empty box, one big enough to accommodate a sprinkle of ill-luck from the earth, this time, don’t give, rather – take. the […]

the complaint of hikes come, the return of songs comes, the plans to merry come, whenever Christmas comes. the sinner is happy to renew, families are willing to unite, the atmosphere feels alright, whenever Christmas comes. Tomide Abdul

the finishing is the end, the end of a time spent a time spent surviving, surviving to be worthy, to be worthy of a face, a face to wear around, wear around with a name, a name to bear with pride, with pride of being the one being the one with pride, with pride of […]

deleting your texts to a lover because of a late reply is another form of slavery from you, by you, to yourself. one can turn the clock, but can’t swallow a thrown spit, a commitment is a commitment. false hope is false hope. fight your chosen war. Tomide Abdul

if who I’ll be to you is not who you want, not the image you have, it’s fine to walk away. to me, I’m a good man, a smile to be worn, a cologne to be sprayed, but again, that’s to me. to you, I may be a wand with a smile not to be […]

there are years that ask questions like “where are you God?” and years that answer “i have been here all along you did not pay attention.” God knows to answer when the patches are smooth on every edge there is nothing else tells why his voice is clear when I have enough. Victor Oyedele