Ifa yesterday, Ifa today, Ifa tomorrow

We have survived the Bootcamp called  Childhood Indoctrinated to believe we  know what is and isn’t  Right  A bundle o...

Under cover of night  My insecurities launch a Sneak attack into the Jungle of my mind Invading my Consciousness  Half paral...

Three thoughts on a day of change There is no right thing Just the next thing … While so many paint the world in black and white reality is ...

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 ...