OneMotolani

 Iya Oniboli is at it again, talking at the top of her voice alone. Someday, her listeners will go deaf. Since the fateful day Ajepe rescued me from the hands the under bridge lot, my Mother’s tongue never gave his name Peace.  Ajepe this one, Ajepe savior; maybe Ajepe took away the sins of Lagos *eyes rolling* Suddenly Baba Aladura’s prophesy fizzled into thin air. And Ajepe’s exploit made the headline in her news. Ajepe only fancied me as I did him hence the help, nothing more and nothing less.  Trust my mother to keep up with the drama. I guess I would too if I had just one kid. Events like this remind me of how precious I must be to her, and I for sure get to see that uncommon smile gracing her lips. I don’t believe my mother deserved the title “Iya” yet but how then will her merchandise be traced directly back to her. Somehow, that title ages her but her beauty never grows old. The skin under her usual skin-tight and free top was beautiful to behold. Her fa...

 I have a friend who is excellent at conversation. He handles people with a level of excellence and grace that age alone cannot provide. No judgement, no prejudice, no argument just apparent objectivity. I have come to the conclusion that understanding, actual listening and less reacting may be all he does.  People often find themselves endeared to such kinds of persons without reason, because they're saying the right things, doing the right things, relating with you like they've known you all your life when all they have done is converse. Conversations go beyond listening to people to reply. It is looking to be involved, learn and process what you've heard. Then it reflects our attitude towards people. And, If age were a basis for measuring orientation and ultimately character, I would probably smack some elderly folks on the side for being insensitive during a conversation. Oh well, the elderly are never wrong? Such a beautiful craft of garbage.  The psyc...

You'd be tempted to play your life back A slow rewind A part, you may only crave  Or all the way back But you'd hear nay Tomorrow  We'd wake up  Breathing a new air Writing in Fresh pages  Living life as if it's Untainted  Living in the unlived Opening up to the Unknown Remolding MaLlking the unmade  Open your eyes  Smell the coffee  It's your life creating a savor   Begin to stack the hay Yes, it's n ew year's day 

Why should we make memories When at 80, they'd fizzle off And our eyes can't remember where our feet have been, Where our hands have touched,   Where our souls have burned But why shouldn't we When the grey on our heads Would have been years lived Hearts touched Marks etched on the souls of others Why shouldn't we When the bits come And we share that one laughter And look on into space because we know That once upon a life No one had it as good as we did Why shouldn't we When footsteps will cease And our companions will be only us The photographs, the animals The silence And The memories...

I've made my choices A better of which weren't intentional Cried myself to sleep When no man was in my corner Thick Lenses And all I've seen is a micro-million Of all of your plans for me Been there,   Done that But you'll still have me Meddling in my own affairs Wallowing in the obscure Rather than hand over the reins And in all of this Within and around me is You Love wrapped in every step The reason of being Light and Freedom The Hope I'll ever need.  

Its December again, the season of love and accountability. I like to think that by default, the later happens to us all. But we often get carried away by what we did or didn't do and even the merriment that accompanies the season. The year ran fast for the busy bees. Successes recorded. Failures recorded, the subsequent event of life that happens to us all. Probably the year moved slowly. Things weren't so exciting. It took longer to come to an end finally. Of course, by this happen chance, a league of us has been moving through the year as though it's a trance. Oblivious of the happenings, just passing by.                                                 There is but one thing that makes us the same, an expectation for the year in the least. Expectations (maybe resolutions), no matter how hard we try to bypass them, are part of our lives. Some o...