IFE

Ifè does not open her arms to welcome you the way Ìbàdàn would. You know this because you notice how she takes you in slowly…

A CURATION OF RANDOMNESS

A man died recently. Let us call him ‘C’. I did not know him in life, not even his name.

BECAUSE EVERYTHING WAS BEING SWALLOWED BY MEMORY

It is a fascinating thing how we always arrive fully clothed into conversations protected by a veil that is meant to shroud us from the world…