Imagine.

  Dear Diary, This has been on my mind for a while now. Why is it so hard to just be real these days? To actually say what we mean to say? When did we get to the point of suffering and smiling, of telling lies so easily instead of just calling it what it …

Jejelaiye…

  Jejelaiye...live life easily, slow and steady or something close to it... So there was this street named Jejelaiye, in the beloved place of my childhood,  A very quiet street, very slow paced...everyone seemed to walk slowly there, And if I close my eyes I can see that even the cars and motorcycles drove slowly …

I Am Not Alone…

  As I lay here looking for sleep, I am convinced that loneliness knows my name, and pretty much where I live. I pick up my phone for the umpteenth time, scrolling up and down, looking for a message or a notification or even an email. Searching for some kind of clue to remind me …