A thick skin will not survive the chill off her. Even a stony heart will crack. So when the floods began to flow down his chin, it became evident how much hurt had broken the poor boy’s heart.

This macho scrooge would do anything but part ways with pride. Hence, whilst he got schooled, he wouldn’t stop saying – ayiri ní eléyìí sá.

Arakunrin, strength is not power. It is simply potential. She sealed the rolling paper’s edge with saliva as she continued. How much potential one has does not equate to how much power they can mutter. Today, wà gbà pé – you’ve met your match.

She tapped the mid-point between her upper-arm and forearm with the same fingers that held her joint. In this vein, there’s no blood left for good because my heart has been bleeding for days. In my brain, there’s no love left for you because my heart’s been filling up with hurt and disdain.

Enough! This is enough now he confessed. It is true I lied. And I swear never to begrudge you again. But as yet another thick bulb of rushing smoke rose to the roof from her mouth, his eyelids stayed frozen as she muttered with a deafening craze.

Ko ẹru é kò b’ọta. B’ojo bà má pá è kò pá è, but you won’t be the first person I murdered. Ayiri ara è!

…but I’ve cried you a flood? Would it not right my wrong?
And as cold as ever, she replied – Ṣé mo jọ Jésù.

Ìrònú Tápà

The stars are falling to my feet and I am still asleep.

The morning is rising to the moon and I can’t be awake.

I’m fighting with the ease that bounds me to comfort,

And it is absolutely inconvenient.

It leaves me asking, will I make it?

Will I not?

Will I bake in my strides?

Will I burn?

Tápà, Yé Rònú
what is not known now hides in the shadows of a future

been way too long

It’s been way too long since I shared. Believe me, it was not intentional. It was just unavoidable. Life has been happening. And I’ve been growing through the things I go through.

In my absence, I nursed growth. In my silence, I’ve bred hope.

Never, has very little of nothing, been more disheartening like the times when the inside of me had nothing new left in it but struggles. Yet, my hunger for strength was supine in the face of rugged hinderances.

Inside my head, a buzzing noise continued to chime. A number of thoughts, ineffable as they were; ran around like sixty-fourth quavers. And that riff-raff called “eloquence” was not within an inch of my reach.

As more emptiness filled my heart, pleasant chords ran along unpleasant thoughts. My worries lengthened like the Euphrates. Same shyte, different design.


2018 has taught me that happiness is luxury. The measure of progress calibrated by how far or how well is what had been making it unaffordable.

But a measure calibrated by how less…

How less unhappy are you becoming Brala Bee, by that supposed pursuit of happiness has made a great deal of difference.

Yes, I have been happier.

2018 has taught me that happiness is one of the many luxuries we all can afford. But the very first we don’t seem to consider when budgeting.

2018 has taught me that happiness is not a legal tender. It stopped me from trading mine in exchange for values that are insatiable.

In 2018. I’ve learned to love happiness. Not the things which happen in our lives that makes other people happy for us.

I’ve found the wind that blows this soul towards joy and the greatness of relief

Welcome to my thoughts again.

How can I please you all?

Sangó.  The god my father once served.

Ifá.  The Oracle that always favoured his Orişá: my mother.

Sòpòná.  The god his servants taught me of, and forced me to forever reverence.

Orunmilá.  The deity who gave knowledge. And deprived no one else of it.

How can I please you all? And not offend Orì: my own soul.

My path has now strayed from yours…

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one minute, they…

one minute, they are here with us. the ones we call our dear friends. by them our smiles are brought to life. by us their lives are brightened in style.one minute beeslens.com

the next minute, they aren’t with us any more. so the joys that once bound our souls, have subtly become the chord that binds us to their thoughts.one minute beelens.com


friendship, and agony are no strangers to the heart. one fills it with plenty of spark; the other leaves it without a spine. one adds value, to the love we share. the other adds volume, to the chaos we bear. 

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when friends leave us for now; or forever, memories fill the void their absence left.