Again, on Metabolism of Knowledge – By Bolutife Oluwadele
They scroll and scan, they bookmark, save, pour digital wine on a mental grave. Another course, another plate the mind expands, but not with weight? Oh, but it does. The ghost grows thick with undigested fact and trick. Indigestion: The half-truth lodged…
The Reflective Philosophy of TheVillageBoy : How Revelations, Observations, and Inspirations Turn Constraint into Capability
How Revelations, Observations, and Inspirations Turn Constraint into Capability I. A Name That Carries a World There is power in naming oneself. When someone chooses the handle TheVillageBoy, they are not confessing a limitation. They are planting a…
About The Village Boy – Bolutife Oluwadele
I began writing not to be heard, but to make sense of silence, the kind that follows questions no one dares to ask aloud. Thoughts of a Village Boy was my first attempt to gather those whispers and turn them into understanding. What started as…
Ceaseless Bleeding on The Plateau – A Poem by Bolutife Oluwadele
Ceaseless Bleeding on The Plateau The harmattan drags its dusty shroud across the plateau’s broken spine. In a room of scattered sandals and silent bread, a mother folds herself around a boy who will not wake. She rocks him not the…
ENULABI ( The Promise Breaker – A Poem By Bolutife Oluwadele
ENULABI At the graveside where young mother sleeps, Where both parents’ earth still freshly weeps, They come with words like woven gold, “Come to the city, leave this cold. We’ll give you life, we’ll give you light, We’ll…
From Labour to Neighbour: A Metamorphosis – By Bolutife Oluwadele
From Labour to Neighbour: A Metamorphosis From the precinct tucked in Tejuoso Yaba Gathered in generations of labour activists. Some great brains trained in the defunct Soviet Union of old Enigmatic soapbox orators giving hope to the unlearned.…
“Of Information and Knowledge”: Reflections by Bolutife Oluwadele
Of Information and Knowledge Reflections by Bolutife Oluwadele “Please, I need to watch the news.” “D wan you watch yesterday, wetin you take am do?” This may sound funny, right? Yes, it should! Right from way back in Nigeria, there was an…
Ìjàkárìwọ̀ – A Poem by Bolutife Oluwadele
Ijakariwo – The Cobweb The uninvited stranger, occupying strategic positions even to the consternation of the architect of design. It matters not what it was intended to be, what purpose it was meant to serve Ìjàkárìwọ̀ simply assumes…
Reflections: Antenatal Class for Men
It has been quite a while here! I was having a conversation with a first-time pregnant lady the other day. She was expressing subtle frustration with certain behaviours of her husband. I listened intensively to her and empathized with her. Then it dawned…
Power: A Brief Meditation By Bolutife Oluwadele
Power is one of the oldest forces known to humanity. It shapes nations, directs institutions, and reveals the true nature of those who hold it. Yet for all its grandeur, power is never neutral. It either elevates or corrupts; it either serves or…