Society is Unkind to Older People
I do not want my parents to grow old. I want them to remain in their fifties, spry, bubbling with energy and stories and grit.…
Author: Isoquill
I am a baby born in the first month of the year. I tell stories. I love art and tech and education and music and food.
My spirit animal?
The wind.
Memories, Unfulfilled.
I see kids. They have brown skin and coarse black hair and barely formed teeth. Their gums are the biggest part of their mouth. They’re…
Grief Is A Peculiar Thing
Grief has touched me, In the most peculiar of ways. Yet, it is nothing special, Mama says it is a fact of life. One must…
I Have A Thing
I have a thing, for the makossa, for heavy bass chords and throaty lyrics, for percussions that echo my heartbeat and the whine of my…
To Learn Lagos
Lagos teaches you lessons, whether you’re ready for them or not. It offers no sympathy for the slow to learn, allows the quick to learn…
A Lagos Bus Conductor.
“ko de ni da fun iya è, eran oko, abi o tin yawere?” This man wears a purple Ankara print, shirt, and trousers folded to…
You Find Yourself
It starts as a dream. a loose, foggy thing that disappears as soon as you wake up. you can’t quite escape the dream, you revel…
Begi-Begi
They held the first meeting in the primary school. The first class was where it was held, the one designated as belonging to the children…
Returning.
Returning. to turn around, to go back to where you are from, to remember whom you have left behind, to see if what you…
LIGHTNING IN YOUR EYES
First, you are born. Then you’re doing your thing, maybe fetching water from a clear stream, the fish swimming around your ankles; maybe…