I am the story of the old and young… I am human… I am African… I am Art… I am History… That which you seek and find… The knowledge that builds tomorrow… That which your researches and …
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Musings
THE road remembers their footsteps even when the dust has forgotten their names. Three shadows once walked here, lean as young iroko shoots, trading laughter like palmwine, trading arguments like …
There are mornings when the light enters the room as if it has been carrying her name all night, soft at the edges, unsure whether to knock or simply spill …