We Keep Tweaking

On the battlefield against life’s odds is the easiest place to lose ourselves in this continuously whirling soup of time. There’s a ton happening in and around us, and it feels nearly impossible to counteract the impact of these external forces on our lives. For months, I’ve kept from writing blog posts and penned many

If You’re Still Breathing, You’re Fine

Meditation makes emphasis on being in the here and now, but sometimes, here is farther than way over there. Our minds are clouded by dreams and staying grounded is the biggest ask when all our lithe souls want to do is fly. We are suspended in doubt about what will become of us, but the

Fall or Flight

I’m either flying or in an endless free fall, and I can hear their cries of “slow down! Slow down!” These hoarse pleas from the tight-knit circle of kith and kin and foes in cloaks. But I’m now a celeritous contraption on a one-way railroad, and I’ve broken my brakes, you see. There’s a lightless,

Mind Farming

A fine mind is the perfect breeding ground for great ideas. A pseudo-intellectual What we sow is what we reap. It’s why many dread the time of harvest. And they are mostly the uninitiated who know nothing about the ancient art of sowing seeds in fertile soils. The closest I’ve gotten to farming was the

The Dove Comes At The End

The dove comes at the endIt’s a fractured leg in a splintLook, the finish line of the sprintThe worst nights are the bestFor all dreams must pass a testHow far from ground is the sky?It’s as high as the bird can flyThe bell knells for the deadAnd the one who dies in his headThese tides

Write Without Fear

Is it possible that the magician is fearful of his magic? Or the musician is afraid of his own music? Why then do you pause when all your heart wants to do is sing and conjure? You’ve been told this many times before, but I’d like to reiterate so you’d never forget. You have all

Born Drunk

I was born drunk. It’s the only way to explain my forever faltering feet. I’ve fallen for as many steps I’ve taken in life, and from every fall, I’ve learnt to clean off the mud, the dust, or whatever other material these treacherous terrains are made of and continue walking because I was also born

The Smallest Things

All the smallest things,Let’s talk about them.They’re all that matter.I know these bigger ones,But I want to know nothing about them.They’re but needless matter.All the finest things,Let’s muse upon them,The bee’s stripes on scented flowers.And these unsightly ones,I don’t want to think about them,The tapered tops of garish towers.All the exciting things,Let’s linger around them,A

Smile

Smile.Give the world a cheerful show.Smile.Make the sun a dimmer glow.Smile.Not with teeth of falling snow.Smile.With a heart as sweet as dough. Quwam Ishola I hope these puny four lines remind us to keep our happy faces regardless of the times. We must find a reason to feel good in all situations—it’s the way to

Seven Steps To Heaven

I’d like to share this old post from my Medium page with you, and I hope you see something in it that gives you a reason to find happiness in confusing times. The shopworn apothegm that says, “Happiness is free,” may be momentarily valid for a significant number of people, but it’s not for those