This roller coaster called life has a way of making you forget to remember that no one else apart from you is concerned about you. It's your life and only you understand what you want out of it.

I have been jolted by this reality time and time again.
No one is who they seem to be at first
No where is what it looks like at first

And gullible little me is caught in the middle of trying to understand who or what each person is and where the mirage i saw

...

I remember a story that someone once told me about a student they knew. This student had managed to inflict some injury on himself (I can't remember how now), and as you might expect, he cried out in pain. But the cry was very strange: it went "Yeee... I mean, Ouuuuuch!"

Remembering this story makes me thing about how we vocalise our pain. Certainly in our student's case, it's doubtful that he was in that much agony if he could stop himself from expressing his pain in the traditional...

I watch Nkala deceive Nkolo

I watch Nkolo as he walks open-eyed into Nkala's deceit...

...Even as Nkala knows that Nkolo knows of Nkala's game

And I lookulafu

And I lafulooku



I see Nkili flatter Nkulu

I see Nkulu recognise the blatant, naked lies that are spun

But I also see Nkulu as she eagerly laps up the insincerity

And I lafulooku

And I lookulafu...

Roving around the Square, I chanced upon this thread:

http://www.nigeriavillagesquare.com/...ican-mind.html

I was especially drawn to this remark by Alexa:

This is one of the reasons I've always had a hard time believing tales of witchcraft. I don't believe...