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 …