Mikeinioluwa

A basket of Arts

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Sometimes it is good to know what is in the heart of those who don’t have what we have, who are not celebrating what we

Before I begin this, let me apologize for what you are about to read. First, this is about love and sorrow, hence, it does not

In the end, it will occur to you that your end is nothing like your beginning. Maybe it is possible that we agree that it

Be good to people. Be good to people. Be good to people. Be good to people regardless of their religion, their gender, their race, their

It was 2016 and half of the people I know today were not in my life then. I was not many things that I am

When I asked Shae to tell me her story, she said I wouldn’t understand. And really, even though I can understand her story, I think

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.” ― Federico García Lorca, Blood Wedding and

Because silence is a volume of words lost in translation. And speechlessness is what happens when you are torn between what your heart is

How do you measure time? Do you measure it in the number of hours or minutes? Or do you measure it in the amount of

DAY ONE. 7PM. They climbed on, slowly and steadily. The sun had gone to sleep and the moon must have been preparing to rear its