Tee's Musings

I hear you as I walk past I hear the cat calls Sometimes I pretend I do not understand But I do. I hear the 'baby'... I hear 'omo ele' I hear the whistling, I hear the 'mama' I hear it all

They say all Ijebu men are naturally stingy and Adedeji is an Ijebu prince. They say Chinedu's 'greedy' love for money is an Ibo trait They say Yoruba men are lazy, that their wives feed them, so let’s leave Akanni alone to sleep and eat. They say Danladi was once humble, that it is the money that changed him. But...but I'm confused...

If I were to write a story of my life; of where I have been and where I am, there are characters that will feature prominently but there are also ones who I will not remember to add. They are the hidden figures in my life; often forgotten even though they shouldn’t be, for they are very important.

                                                            By Damilare Awe It really isn't a ring It's a deceit wrapped around your finger One that is bound to block all suitors that will come your way

I was angry, more than I had ever been in my life, my hands were shaking, I heard myself saying things I wouldn’t normally say. I was out of control. I couldn’t believe this angry person was me. I must be under some kind of influence but it turns out that the only influence I was under was anger, extreme anger… and it was my first.