I cannot remember the exact author whose quote changed my life so, neither can I remember the exact way the quote was phrased (seeing as I read it off the shirt of a person that was crossing the road before me in traffic), but thus is the way that my consciousness interpreted it: “An exceptional … More The Phantom of The Unbored Opera
I dedicate this post to Chester of Linkin Park. For being there for me in his songs. For his indescribable voice. For his shocking exit. He is undoubtedly one of the undead, physically gone, yet forever alive in my memories. The song below goes quite well with this post, methinks. And because it is my … More Shots of Reason
Today, I am neither man nor woman, animal or spirit. I don’t know what I am today. And if you live the kind of fluid existence that I live, there will be days when you do not even know if you are sweat or tear, wasp or butterfly. Right now though, maybe I am everything. … More The post with no title
I should be taking some alchie as I write this, no? I mean c’mon, I am already listening to The Riddle by Five For Fighting. I am filled to the brim with music and words. I am finding myself in that dark (and not in that icky general way that mud-bloods define it) yet comfortable … More AS IT SEEMS…
Purposely, I stayed away from writing on here. Not because I lost interest or because I was too busy. No. Let me tell you, there were nights that I had to fight the urge to pick up my phone and just post away. But I stifled it. I wanted to know what would happen to … More ONE NAKED WALK…
Ever been in that situation? Where you’re so busy staying on your own… doing your own thing… trying hard not to be a very obvious force of nature. And before you know it, some “thing” happens, taking you completely by surprise, making you wonder if planet Earth is planet Earth and not Jupiter in disguise. … More A TALE OF RANDOM ELECTRIC OWLS!!!
Most of you might not know how much of a foodie I am. Well at least as much of a foodie as I can be without actually eating lots of food. And not for lack of trying. And yes, I have tried. I might not eat platters but I’ll do rat sized bits of bliss. … More FOOD BLAH BLAHs OF A LAGOS WEIRD GIRL