BUSAYO A.

I will be writing about what I am not going to be doing, in the new year that is.

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

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.

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.

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...

We scrounge around trying different things, or the same thing over and over again and find no rhyme to this world very often.

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

There are many things that we consider as beautiful that do not take on any specific shape, or colour or form.

And like the song that plays through the radio on a very long car ride, or like the ones I listened to through earphones on that walk, music