Tee's Musings

Everyday, I wondered... maybe love wasn't all they want. But what do they really want? Ibidunni was an angel... He began and she was mine

What do they really want? She asked me But I had no answer... Only many unanswered questions Alagbe said he loved me... she began

I recently heard that Japanese do not throw away broken bowls, instead, they fix it by filling the cracks with gold, creating a beautiful lining. They do this not just for fixing sake, but more than anything to depict the beauty in what once was broken. They believe damaged things have a history... a history that makes them more beautiful.

They came They took our land…our lives They took our inheritance…our heritage They took our culture…our tradition They took our history…our identity

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.