BUSAYO A.

There's no party like a Yoruba party. And I admire how people are able to come together to celebrate both small and big wins

I just don’t feel like I’m someone that could ever be okay with being average.

A thing that makes me appreciate this book is a thing the author points out – that it is a book that goes where few other writers have

#FirstPost It is more than two months into 2024, and this is the very first blog post. This is very, very unusual for me. And I explain why.

Christmas came - a quiet, harmattan-essenced day and it felt so much like a normal day. Like any other Saturday but in a lovely way

One of the workshop leaders pointed out how important it is to be kind while giving feedback I think everyone should know how to give advice

#OctoberReset SO… this is the blog post I promised you back in September. Aren’t you happy to hear from me? Well, I am to be writing to...

My speculative short story The Kinsmen, got published in an anthology printed by A Coup of Owls press. This is my second time being featured

Because oddly, the world always stays beautiful, it always remains bright and hopeful for you. And I always want to remember that

It made me realize that there are so many angles to the idea of what home could be – from home as a place, to home as the people you love

‘two people may be soulmates but they may not be in love’.

Because we sit at the precipice of new beginnings, I cannot help but share some of the things that can carry us gently into the New Year.

To close out the year, why not do so with a review of a book that is about all of the many wondrous ways that love can exist.

I have matured a lot in this year, but where I am now, I did not get here by accident. Or by “magic” It was through a lot of deliberate work

This year, I touched a bit on how music shapes my creativity. Well, this will be the post where I discuss that even further...

My Art Is My Business

On Monday of Last Week is a really intriguing piece. The fact that I could relate with this story was one of the reasons I picked it to writ

But I tend to be shy about hope. The hope I have, as strong as it is, is always tender So I cannot help but admire trees and their boldness

Many people have experienced this loss – having someone who was so close to you ...what do you do when the fire of that love is just.. lost?

The story is titled Burnt Orange and I started writing it in the very uncomfortable cocoon of the pandemic in 2020.