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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.

Life

Where death is certain
and strife is brief,

We journey,
hopelessly live for death,
like the man born of a woman,
who hopelessly searches
for death’s love.

We dwell with temptress,
as dawn fades
and the hourglass drains.

We hope for a never-coming tomorrow,
like the lazy ‘eye Ọkín’
that waits for tomorrow
to make its nest.

As the dust beckons,
we wend into eternity,
and wish yesterday
was here again.

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