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This space is where my thoughts land when they’ve run out of places to hide. It’s part diary, part soapbox, part sanctuary. Expect reflections that challenge norms, stories stitched with memory, and questions without tidy answers. I’m not here to go viral. I’m here to go deep. If you’ve ever felt too curious, too intense, too “much” welcome. You’re in the right corner.

The Spell

When mothers call at dusk,
Come, lay your dawn down.
We were in the dark.

Last night she was here,
To bid her Olose farewell.
She swaggered like the leaf of the igi iroko,
in the sacred grove of the goddess Osun.

Alluring was her scent,
like Obi edun in Osun’s grove.

How do I resist her?
She is the Arugba of Osun Olomi Iye,
the one chosen.

How do I desist from her?
She is the chosen one of the Orisha.

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