-Dayọ̀ Ayílárá Image Credit: Stephen Konev Sometimes, there are words but there’s no time. Sometimes, time converges like bees, while words escape through the hollow like Òkété. But if we have words and time, let us sit down and break them. Ọ̀jọ̀gbọ́n said words are never finished in the house of Ọlọ́rọ̀. I took my journey to Ọlọ́rọ̀’s house on the hill of Kàbìtì. He offered me guinea corn-brewed beer, … Continue reading Òkété

-Dayọ̀ Ayílárá Image Credit: Alvaro Serrano Bàámi, I have walked the dusty roads where your feet once etched silence into the earth. I have tasted the harmattan and felt its wisdom blade my skin like the truths you carved into my ears with your eyes— the only tool you ever needed to teach me reverence. They say time forgets, but I have not forgotten how you … Continue reading Letter to Bàámi