Authenticity and purpose
'I'll quit right now if you insist', I said looking my co-worker straight in her ocean blue eyes which looked bigger behind her thick rimmed glasses. She knew I was serious and I was. My earliest memory of how a toilet should be was when I was in Nursery school. I had been escorted by … Continue reading Can I eat in you?
Like a gluttonous seagull successfully grabbing a tourist’s pizza with its beak and flying away triumphantly with the cheesy loot, W was gone. My girlfriend visited Vancouver last week and as a wonderful hostess, Baby A and I decided to indulge her photo-taking obsession by taking a walk from Granville down to Waterfront. It was … Continue reading A Walk to Waterfront
Working out has been an exercise in futility, Deji thinks to himself. Ha! Another pun, he chuckles out loudly. He has a bizarre knack of seeking out puns in day to day dialogue with himself and others. He knows he should be more upset but he just can’t. If anything, the whole thing seems laughable. … Continue reading Legs
Another sunny morning today in beautiful Metro Vancouver. My eyes are blood shot (again) as I look upon my reflection in the mirror. Drool and breast milk spots redesign the top of my pink PJ. As I wash my hands in the bathroom sink and walk over to the nursery to pick up my angel … Continue reading BOOK REVIEW: ‘The Secret Lives Of Baba Segi’s Wives’ and ‘Yinka, Where is Your Huzband?’
In my single, dating years, I was always busy in the bathroom during spring and summer. Busy shaving! ...because, you see, I am super hairy and the culture around hair on women in Canada is a big no no! Ironically, even during winter, I couldn't live my best, hairy life in peace because my white … Continue reading One superficial advantage of my African Hubs
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