Somethingsdon’tfitinapullrequest.
— so I write it down.
“When it comes to Art, it’s important to not hide the madness”
Watch it being written
Time Slip
Perhaps it was your smile, or the way your gaze soften my edges from a mile away. Perhaps it was time telling me I could be more; do more and dream more or maybe even see more. I waited years and yonder that your love was not a blunder; but you were finally gone like the sound from a gong. As time slips away, I let you slip away; as my thoughts slip away, I slip away into silence.
Contents
Poems, thoughts, stories and essays, newest first.
Stories from the journal
See all- A day at CowrywisesampleSample story from the campus ambassador programme.
Lagos, 22 February 2025 - Forty-eight hours at CavistasampleSample story from the Cavista Hackathon.
Lagos, 1 June 2024 - The morning I spoke at DevFestsampleSample story. Write what the day felt like, in your own words.
Lagos, 9 December 2023
Essays
See all- The thought process, and how this portfolio was builtEvery thought, work, failure and remediation point that led to getting the work out
7 min read - A tour of the editor, written in the editorEvery block this site can render, from terminal-style code to pull quotes, shown in one post.1 min read
- Black, white and two typefaces: the system behind this siteHow an engineer, a designer and a writer share one grid without shouting over each other.1 min read
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