8230;random excerpts from my communions with the AfroMuse. Readjerome shares a laconic piece with us today. Twin fruits of the clime, both to savour.

Life tosses some obstacles along your way and one is expected to count on experiences and learn lessons. Later that night, she could barely look at their faces as they had dinner. It was even worse w.

Through the eyes of me! November 30, 2012. I wrote this a year ago. The smell of garlic assaults my senses as I wipe my face with my hands. I adjust myself on the stool and it creaks. I adjust again, and it creaks again. I stand up and put off the light. The sunlight is seeping int.

Two truths, a lie, and some misadventures. I got ur emal addy from Jonathan. Sry abt d last time. I had a lot on ma mind. With the war an everything els. And u say ur tryin but. Then you go an play a song I dont like. You prolly dont mean anytin by it, buti warned u severl times before in the past. I see, its new achivement, new email address. Honestly, I perfer if you never men.

These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

Sunday, March 8, 2015. My twin brother, Diran, got married last December. These were sincere family members, who honestly believed Jide was getting old.

I would tell you a fearful tale as is traditional of this time but the night is cold, the jars of ale have run dry, I am taken with boredom and my mind wanders to memories of things bygone. Permit me then, to tell you a different kind of story, one based on both truth and legend and born of the evil that lives in the hearts of men. He was seized bodily, beaten violently and dragged to the .

Truth within, and truth without with the vehicle of imperfect words. From dark soils of Africa, in those lands first blessed. With the hot might and strength of fresh solar quest. Did sprout what best things a fallen base earth. May offer the Journey-Man who, wandering abroad. And driven by thirst to sever each cord. That binds to the usual, seeks hope and relief. From the burdensome cross of vacant belief. How happy we were! .

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