@imoleolus
Just a passionate poet and writer, who loves art and nature.
The story (letter) calls us to be a child as well as a parent.
I still exist, but I exist alone. I walk, but I walk alone. I talk, but I talk alone. Even when I do these things with other people, I feel alone. When it is daylight, I know my night has doubled.
Pencil drawing from 2017, 😂 I still remember this composition on the table that morning. It feels like a moment captured for revisiting.
Whenever Baba Aminu arrives at my doorstep, I know he has something new to sell. He is the kind of peddler whose hands carry no goods, yet the corners of his tongue bulge. I know him as a lifelong seller. I have seen h
Life comes at us, hard or easy; it always charges. It throws feathers, pebbles; it throws a river stone across the floorboards we spent years polishing. Life wears its glasses to tell the cup from the jug, to tell both
