Saturday, November 18, 2017
Because we do not have much humanity left to lose.
I found Africa in the spontaneous songs of struggle, the irrepressible spirit
This is my grandmother’s story
And what will you do? You who hears the howling of Ifrani?
So do good, while the light of 2017 lasts.
The Christmases of my youth were all the more beautiful because they can never be replicated.
For life will dash us against the rocks. We will be bruised but we must not break.
When you passed by the sometimes silent satiated savanna forests, you understood more deeply what 'at'apata dide' meant. It means a beautiful heart can be strong as well.
My lawyer's brain always finds it difficult to give an answer other than 'It depends.'
A very Nigerian prayer - May we wake, before it is too late.