Day 5: Olumide 

Or, Tomboxe and the horrible, terrible, utterly ain’t shit year. I’m not editing this, so if it seems rambling or unwieldy, I apologise in advance. I think. If you’d asked me last…

Self Care: Unraveling.

I call this one ‘Unraveling’ In a perfect world all creatives would have at least three things. – a pensieve, no need for money, and discipline. Creative thoughts aren’t linear, geometric or…

Chapter 2: Pure Light

“What is this place?” He was disoriented. Dizzy. Usually he had a target, a particular thought process he needed to change. Now he was just shooting in the dark. And it was…

Hell of a Writer

I am a writer. In practical terms, this means I haven’t got an iota of what Huey Freeman would describe as got-damn sense. (I find the universe’s refusal to use God’s name in that…