Makanjuola
Makanjuola
Darkness too thick to be called darkness
Emptiness, void
Nothing seems to make sense
Yet from the darkness, hope speaks
Makanjuola
How do I explain to hope?
That I have...
The Matriachal Order
The Matriachal Order
Bound by hands and feet
as a patient in an asylum
Mother leads the troop of the matriarchal order
into our humble abode
Blades rusted in...
A Place Where Dreams Lead
A PLACE WHERE DREAMS LEAD
Take me to a place where dreams lead
To the Olumirin waterfall*
Let me drown all my sorrows
Communing with Osun the river...
In Days Now Here
IN DAYS NOW HERE
As the sun goes slowly blind
As day gives way to night
Does the earth bring forth works of the nocturnal kind
To light
As...