Have you ever seen one: An orange-bearing mango tree? No? I have. Well, not exactly a mango tree that had oranges hanging from it. It was something close. I saw it one time when I looked in the mirror at a point in my life, and saw a person whose actions and thought processes didn’t... Continue Reading →
“Crying over spilled milk” is perhaps the more conventional saying. But when I was younger, I couldn’t imagine a bigger tragedy than spilling ground tomatoes and pepper on my way back from the Iya alata (Yoruba for the woman in charge of the grinding mill). By the mercies of God, I never suffered that tragedy.... Continue Reading →
How hard is it to be fathomed by the human mind, that someone exists who loves you disregarding all you might have done?
In Plain Sight 