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365 DAYS AROUND THE SUN

The morning in Lagos is already loud and alive. From the keke napep I boarded just outside my house, to the bustling BRT terminal up ahead, everything is moving — horns blaring, danfo buses weaving through traffic, and street vendors pacing the sidewalks with baskets of gala, groundnuts, and chilled water balanced on their heads. I’m half-awake, absorbing it all. No, it’s not December 31st. It’s not my birthday. It’s just a random Thursday — May 22nd, 2025 . But for some reason, today feels reflective. A line from a Kojey Radical song pops into my head: “Spent another 365 around the sun.” And it hits me like a wave. Sitting in the BRT, window slightly cracked, I let the thought linger: 365 around the sun? The sun itself doesn’t move — it’s the Earth that does. Constantly spinning, rotating at over 1,000 miles per hour, while orbiting the sun at an even more mind-blowing speed. That means somewhere on Earth, at every second, the sun is shining. And if it’s dark in Lagos, it’s bright i...
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When the Earth Carried Her to God

I was on a call with my maternal grandmother few days back, and as always, she wrapped me in the warmth of my roots, singing eulogies of my background, weaving praises like a skilled griot passing down history. In the midst of her melodic words, she called me "Ọmọ Iya Alalubosa." That name— Ọmọ Iya Alalubosa —is a title I wear with pride, a name given to me by the extended family of my father’s household. It carries weight, wrapped in memory and lineage. Iya Alalubosa was my father's grandmother (may she rest easy). I lived with her for a brief yet unforgettable time when I was very young—so young that my parents were still trying to find their footing in life, occupied with work and the demands of youth. I cannot say for certain if I was sent there for the holidays or if there was another reason, but what I do know—what I remember with an unshakable certainty—is that I bonded with her in a way that even now, the entire household teases me about. They would laugh and s...
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The Truth lies.

Times are changing, and things are getting crazier by the day. The lines between right and wrong have been blurred and twisted so much that many people would rather bask in comforting delusions than face the stark truth. It's as if the world has collectively decided that the truth is too inconvenient. Instead, we prefer the sugar-coated lies peddled by those around us until these fabrications start masquerading as reality. It's a bizarre spectacle, much like watching a comedy where everyone is in on the joke except the audience. Take social media, for instance. It's a perfect example of our current predicament. You see a post, and the comments section is a battleground. When people disagree, they're quickly labeled as haters, dismissed as negative influences. Conversely, when the comments overflow with praise, the poster feels vindicated, convinced they're on the right path. It's a curious phenomenon where validation is sought not through introspection but throu...
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A GALLERY OF DESIRE.

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A GALLERY OF DESIRE. I wish to craft with you, as artisans shape their arts, Exploring love's depths in galleries of our hearts, Drawn by the details of your form, pure and rare, In your presence, inspiration fills the air. In your eyes, I see colors that words can't describe, A palette of emotions, where love and passion collide. With every kiss, we paint a masterpiece on our own, A canvas of desire, where our souls are fully known. Our love, a sculpture, finely carved from the heart, Each curve and line, a testament, a work of art. In your embrace, I find the music of our souls, A symphony of love, where our spirits reach their goals. Together, we create poetry with every whispered word, In the language of love, our hearts are clearly heard. So let's be the artists, crafting a love so divine, A masterpiece in time, forever yours and mine. MY AMORE & MORE. BASH
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The Story of the Pen

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The Story of the Pen... In the beginning, right from the start, "the first thing God created was the pen; then he said to it, 'write all that will happen until the last day,'" said the prophet {S.A.W}. The pen is one of the very first things and the oldest thing ever existed and will exist till eternity. The pen has transformed into many shapes and forms you can ever imagine, and it shapes and forms things to whatever you can ever imagine. It is one of the most inanimate objects that have the power to build and destroy. The pen has played the driving role of our day-to-day life right from time, before life itself. "The pens have been lifted and the pages have dried." excerpt from a Hadith.   Belief in destiny is one of the pillars of faith in Islam, the sixth pillar. To believe in whatever God has written as destiny and accepting it as a pillar of faith. Nothing can change what has been written,  and He, God revealed nothing to humans which will happen now o...
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The Divine Collage: God's Impeccable Artistry and the Tapestry of Existence

The Divine Collage: God's Impeccable Artistry and the Tapestry of Existence Introduction: Collage, derived from the French word "coller," meaning "to glue" or "to stick together," is a captivating technique of art creation. Often employed in visual arts and even music, it involves assembling various forms to give rise to a new, cohesive whole. Since my early teenage years, I have been fascinated by the concept of collage art. The ability to transform broken glass, brooms, papers, plastics, and a myriad of other objects into captivating artwork has left a profound impact on me, shaping the way I perceive the world around me. Collage (/kəˈlɑːʒ/), a mesmerizing art form, finds its echo in the creations of the ultimate artist—God. As I have marveled at the beauty of human-created collages, I have come to see God as the grand master of all genres, whose artistic prowess surpasses all human imagination. In every aspect of His creation, from the majestic moun...
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