BUSAYO A.

I hope I am coming here a lot better. With a clearer mind, a fresher perspective. And something nice to share with you.

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

Some birthday things. The Blog-anniversary 2.0. And a SPECIAL SURPRISE

Being in the middle, is just has hard as being at the beginning, or facing the end of something.

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’.

I’ve noticed that it is a quality of love that gets glossed over very easily about love... But there truly isn’t anything braver than love

I think it's because we saw that the other person could know our deepest fears, and still think of us as worthy of that love. It changes us

Positive thinking hangs in that wonderful question of – what if things work out if I try. Because, really, you can never know conclusively

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

This reminds me of something I read on twitter that says ”No Two Kids Can Have the Same Parents” this is funny, but it is true.

am not sure when my social awakening started.

And I remember that Sunday in particular; it was just like any other restful Sunday. I woke up, with the sun breaking past the cold of 6 am

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