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

And to think a summer of boredom could do that, could possibly change the trajectory of how my mind works, and how I deal with life,

My first few years in Ondo town, I used the forest that stretched out before my school as a metaphor for the dense aloneness that I felt

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

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.

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...

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

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

Is that longing ever even satisfied in us? When we go back to a place we feel at home in, is that longing ever really quenched, or just quie

But the most precious thing that album gave me was a safe harbor on some of the hardest days of my life. I am not sure why...

I think the reason why those poems helped is very obvious; they show us that we are not alone.

But really, with this, I am only stopping by, as it were, to give you something to fix you into this moment, get you to pause and remind you

The second night, there were fewer streetlamps, and more mountains. I knew I was getting closer to home.