Ifa yesterday, Ifa today, Ifa tomorrow

Habit is a demanding And reckless lover Seductive and tender Just before abandoning You in a flurry of abuse But fear not Soon enough it wil...

Follow me I’ll open the door To a place you haven’t visited for some time A world above the clouds and beyond the moon hidden in the...

We are all wounded birds Of a sort Filled with insecurities  Collected like stale Breadcrumbs Scattered after so many Fail...

Time is a commodity that becomes more rare with each passing moment God is a fickle merchant with an endless supply only distributing small ...

What is Ifa? Ifa is not joy nor is it suffering but both simultaneously Ifa is never easy Initiation into Ifa may be a joyous celebration bu...

I am numb words can not hide the grief or console the pain It permeates every breath taken by this wounded nation We are held in the arms of...

If I could bend  time I would bend it backwards to capture that first  moment like fireflies in a  bottle that I could car...