BUSAYO A.

A behind the scenes look of my story that features a Nigerian drummer and her peculiar magic and experiences as she navigates her craft

My story ends with an almost happy ending. Almost. Because I am deeply fascinated by endings that are open-ended. That are not real endings.

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

To be honest, balancing everything has never been so easy. It was a very different thing when I was a student and now that I work.

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.

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’.

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.

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