Excuse me while i crawl up around my desk and pray for bad weather, and celebrate that i have a week uninterrupted to write cause it’s beast tiiimeee.

sneaker pimps make such depressing music. but man, it does wonders for my concentration.

have thought my fro was very uneven for the last two years. now i realise that i have two different textures on my head. go figure


I interviewed Nigerian author Okey Ndibe yesterday. His latest book titled Foreign Gods, Inc. is about an Igbo man in dire straits, who steals a stature of a deity from his village to sell to a NYC gallery. It was a wonderful read. Anyway, later on in the day, I was talking to a friend of mine…

This says a lot of things I’ve been thinking about. I think in part colonialism is to blame, part of subjugating a people was making them think there was something fundamentally wrong with their way of life so they could be “fixed” by someone else’s. At this stage in my life I don’t know what to think, because I wouldn’t freely walk into a shrine, but I feel as though this impairs my understanding of who I am. Yet at the same time, old religions are a thing I want to better understand. 

I’m too stressed to freak out properly.

I give up, this place is too noisy and the food smells too good. Going to make lunch.


Two balls of kenkey for breakfast

Ei Lord, It has been so long….

(via ekom-aka-makoma)


Come on come on girl why you frontin’? You know you remember this!!

The violinist warming up around the street corner, sun setting over the garden outside my window :).