Each plant has a unique story. A plant doesn’t know its story – maybe it does, but tales of the hunt often glorify the hunter. A young avocado sprout is picked along the graveyard garbage pit. Its brownish leaves sizzle in the afternoon sun. They survive. It survives. Because someone adopted it to tender care, now it rumbles its leaves in this vibrant vigour. It dances to the wind...
Lagos 16th May 2021 Dear Ifedayo, I am glad I’m finally doing this. I told myself some time ago that I would do this someday. That day is today. At first, I thought it would be one of the many promises I never fulfilled, but when I heard you refused to marry, I knew I had to fulfil this one, even if it will be the only one I do. I was ashamed and angry, very angry. Not at you, Ifedayo. The kind...
