Love yourself

A heavenly warmth settled in my belly. It finally clicked.
To love truly I need to love myself.
Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’Matthew 22:37 - 39

Our passions and dreams may lead us to lonely places - away from the crowd. It is perfectly okay!
 Find the truth, Follow the truth, Rest in that truth. That truth for me is Jesus.

Fancy that my aha! moment was packaged in a song I listened to growing up. God's sense of humor is always a class apart.

I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do.


I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be

Everybody's searching for a hero
People need someone to look up to
I never found anyone who fulfilled my needs
A lonely place to be
And so I learned to depend on me

I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows
If I fail, if I succeed
At least I'll live as I believe
No matter what they take from me
They can't take away my dignity
Because the greatest love of all
Is happening to me
I found the greatest love of all
Inside of me
The greatest love of all
Is easy to achieve
Learning to love yourself
It is the greatest love of all

I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be

And if, by chance, that special place
That you've been dreaming of
Leads you to a lonely place
Find your strength in love

A day in the life of a fly

Whee! It's that time again. Time to crawl out into the warmth.
Stretch, shake your wings.
Aah! The wind feels good. Look at the colorful flowers; green, red, yellow, blue, purple. Wait a minute, what is that? I can land on air?, This is magic. Look! It's holding a sea of, of, is that gold? blood?
Lick, lick, this is tasty.
Oh oh, there is a larger presence around here, I can sense it. Fly away!
OK now it's safe to return, I could stay licking this all day you know.
Oh oh oh no! Into the sea I faaaall. I'm drowning, kick, kick, flap flap, oh dear, this is it. I'm drowning in the sea of sweet gold.

Just then he looks down and realizes the creature in his drink and exclaims, "uh! these flies!!"
Swoosh! He flashes the apple juice down the sink, rinses the glass and pours out some more juice.

Meanwhile
"phew!" it shakes out it's heavy wet wings and drugs itself to the side.
"That was a close call"

But
He rinses the sink and "whoa!" it's a roller coaster ride down the drraaaaain.

The end.

You've got to watch this trailer to the end. The fruit fly is my absolute favorite.


"When I grow up, I'm gonna wish, I had done more with my life sonny"

Queer events and the Bible

Humanity  tends to shun actions that don't fit acceptable social behavior, rebels are either alienated or ridiculed to cause them shame and steer the said individuals back on track. Their actions are repulsive and intriguing, we shun them but at the same time, we are curious to know what drives them. We judge them. We assume their faces will take on a different form. We peer into their eyes with the hope that shame will stare right back, that we will spot the darkness in their souls. To our disappointment, they look just like us.
And with that, I will dive into the source of these philosophical ideas.

I was invited to watch a documentary filmed in Uganda - "Call me Kuchu". I couldn't for the life of me decipher what kuchu meant. I had not heard the word used in any of the local languages but the bio of the key note speaker hinted to the subject of discussion.
My stomach knotted like the sisal ropes in Kumi.

Wole Soyinka visits George Mason University

Wole Soyinka reads from his work at George Mason University

Lakunle:"Let me take it"

Sidi: "No!"

Lakunle: "Let me" (seizes the pail. Some water spills on him).

Sidi: (laughs) "There! wet for your pains. Have you no shame?"

Lakunle: "That is what the stew pot said to the fire"

Opening scene from The Lion and The Jewel a play by Wole Soyinka

For weeks this script run its course in our home. Our lazy afternoons were spiced with rehearsals as my sister incorporated us into a mini production. She had been selected to act the role of Sidi in the play, The Lion and The Jewel. Sidi is the beautiful belle in llujinle village being wooed by Baroka the village lad and Lakunle the educated young man. As she weighs the two potential lovers, the influence of education on African culture spills through the lines.

Our literature syllabus in the 90’s was strongly influenced by great African writers: Chinua Achebe; “Things Fall Apart”, “God’s bit’s of Wood”, “No longer At Ease” and Wole Soyinka’s plays: “The Trials of Brother Jero”, “Kongi’s Harvest”, “Death and The Kings Horseman”. These are the fathers of African literature. Writers who sought political asylum for communicating the perils in society through soft forms that made for good entertainment but also identified the glaring problems.
Plays by Wole Soyinka were on the UACE literature syllabus and on our book shelf. We laughed at his humor in The Trials of Brother Jero but noted the hypocrisy of so called preachers all around us.

As a literature student growing up in the 90's Wole Soyinka’s plays; "The Trials of Brother Jero" and "Kongi’s Harvest" were core to our Literature syllabus. We explored the themes of neo colonialism and the influence of Christian religion on traditional Africa. We discussed plot and structure; humor and satire as means of communicating the issues of society. Literature and English students all over the African continent read, laughed and pondered Soyinka's plays. More than the entertainment, our success depended on grasping these ideas and presenting them in the exam.

Wole Soyinka with literature students and attendees

As part of their International week, the Global Affairs department at George Mason University, invited Wole Soyinka for a panel discussion and a reading. I cancelled all plans for the day and got there as fast as I could. 30 minutes to the start of the event, the hall was nearly empty, I confirmed with the people sprinkled in the front seats that indeed I was in the right place. Publicity was poor, I could only imagine the scramble if Wole visited Uganda.

My eyes lit up as he walked onto the stage, his signature white hair filled his head like one big cotton ball. We clapped and sat in reverence, leaning forward to shut out any distraction. The 6 foot representation of academic success, acknowledged universally by the presentation of the Nobel prize for Literature in 1986. This African man, who broke stereo types and placed Africa on the map, showed that we too were an intelligent race.  

Akinwande Oluwole Soyinka, know more commonly as Wole Soyinka was born on July 13, 1934 in Abeokuta village Nigeria. He eagerly talked about his life events as though they were folk tales and we like grand children gathered around a fire at story time, sat attentively to drink in all the wisdom that we could gain in his presence. His humor transcends his work,

"I escaped on a motor bike through the Nadeco route" he said referring to the time he fled Nigeria which was under the oppressive dictatorship of President Sani Abacha.  He said Abacha pronounced a death sentence on him but he denied him the pleasure of hanging a Nobel laureate.

Prior to that Soyinka spent 22 months in solitary confinement because he protested the military dictatorship in Nigeria. No warden could speak to him, they were under strict orders to feed him and provide his supply of cigarettes. But an empty small room could not confine the numerous thoughts bubbling in Soyinka's mind; he turned the cigarette foils and toilet paper into mini writing pads, and somehow managed to manufacture ink. He turned his environment into allies - the mind is capable of incredible ingenious under pressure. As with any system, he found the loop holes and had his books smuggled into his cell where he wrote his poems in between the white lines. Now I know, experience makes a man. 

Wole Soyinka answers questions from an attentive audience

When asked about his favorite writing location he said it was his home in Nigeria. He added that any place and any time is a great to write but one needs to close out the world around and concentrate. This comes with a sacrifice he said, that means in many cases you will be the last to know what is happening in the world. He cited the time in 2001 when he was traveling to the United States and was so engrossed in his work when the plane landed in Buenos Aires. On inquiry as to why they were there he was told two jet planes had been hijacked and crashed into the twin towers - 9/11.

As for Africans in the diaspora he had one piece of advice "Don't lose touch with your home country". He recommended a visit for several months a year, to engage and offer free services in one's profession. "You can't lose who you are" he said

His humor, intellectual brilliance and awareness of the world around him shown through.

His poems were intellectual, some were hard to understand but I certainly got the sense that there were profound ideas being communicated. But listening to him read them out loud, made them more palatable.

The Moon and Eye

Over the passed few weeks I have taken pictures of the moon. It is an incredible piece of God's creation: Beautiful. Majestic. Calm. Elegant. Gentle. Steady. Bright. Perfectly shaped.

Full moon

Moon behind branches

Half moon - simply incredible

Crescent moon through branches