On the 6th day of Autumn
And H-mum said to Os, “Ask not what your brain has made of you, but what you have made of…
Where are my next tears coming from?
To Aunty Cath What a perfect day you chose to leave me, Cath, without notice, when I was not looking….
And on the 3rd day of September…
H-mum said to Os, “Listen woman. Myths explode from pieces of history, which when put together explode the myths.” https://amzn.eu/d/a5NvS5q
And H-mum said to Os
“I hear we have a black hole in our finances,” said Os. “Just like its daughter, Nigeria,” said H-mum. “But…
And H-mum said to Os
“You say you have the best CV, but life is not played on paper…unless your are a printer cartridge. For…
To Wale the Great
My dear Wale, It’s me, Yaro. You dropped me off on the evening of Saturday the 12 th of January…
Love. Poem I wrote for and read at my son James’s wedding to Emma
LOVE Love makes you want to taste the air before the other breathes it in. Love makes your heart bulge,…
The Arms Race in a Chirpy Back Garden
One morning, during Covid lockdown, I must have been punch drunk from the piercing dawn chorus when I decided to…
Two Sides to Every Story
The phrase there are two sides to every story makes me laugh into my pasta or burned toast. That is…
Writing for fun and fears
I am a Geordie, a Lagosian, a granddad, a pensioner, a retired cardiologist and much more. Or less. As I…