praise the gods
His gaze traveled down my chest and he waved his finger around it, almost as if he was trying to touch it but some invisible force was stopping him. He suddenly looked remorseful, smiled wryly and said, “Fola, when your breasts stop looking like buttons, you will understand.”
The quasi-grunge cover art for Malibu tugged at my fancy long enough for me to want to give at least two of its tracks a fair listen. Three-quarters of the way into "The Season", I'm on another web page streaming the entire album. The next day, its 'most played' on my playlist. I'd never heard of… Continue reading “MALIBU” Album Review
When I drift to Lagos I’ll be a star; I’ll stand on raised platforms and own the stage; I’ll howl my heart’s hunger and win applause. Just wait!
When you are so close, yet so far away
Where the tongue gets past the elbow
I imagine that you would like to take a walk with me. Come, let me lead you by the hand, and show you a way you’d never be. Never be, had I not met you. Never be, had I not stared At you, all those times, in longing; Hoping you’d but notice that I cared… Continue reading Imagine