If art is life, therefore, I am alive. So, until I die, I must write. Why? Because, it’s my kind of art. I repeat, “the day I stop writing is the day that I die” And how many times have I died? You, the reader, would know, by the numerous times I have gone MIA(missing in action), on this self-watering
Happy New Year my loves! What a sweet pleasure it is, to share a piece created from love with you *reading* on the first day of the month of “love“. Coincidentally, it also marks one year since I intentionally gave my life to Christ, so, a happy anniversary to me & God the Father, the Son and most importantly, the
I have never been to Sokoto but those who have been, would tell you that it is quite a journey, be it by road or air but hey, why are we here? I am talking about the business of looking inwards and around closely. MONEY I never spare anyone the message of me not knowing how to work my numbers